The Night Before Christianity
Alright I've been lying. My past few days has not been about Darigold dairy products.
Christmas Eve
Last I talked to my father was in July. I told him I was upset with him for his lack of acknowledgement, not recognizing that his actions have put obstacles in my way. He hung up, and a week later I received a letter from him (although it was no doubt scribed in part by his wife), priority mail. It basically said that I'm miserable (I'm not), and that I shouldn't blame my misery on other peoples' actions, but rather take responsibilty for my own reactions, since I'm the only one who can dictate how I deal with crisis when it arrives. A terrific inspirational letter, if it were relevant. At the end of the letter, he (and she) told me that if I want to pursue a relationship with them, we can do so only through family counseling.
Fuck that. My relationship with my father should not be conditioned.
He called me up to join them in Mill Creek for Christmas Eve dinner, which I reluctantly accepted. It was a weird evening, because we seemed to pretend nothing had ever happened. I didn't want to say anything though, and spoil their Christmas spirit.
Christmas Day
Back to the lab. Lot's of sleep, lots of eat.
Next Day
Grandmother picked me up and took me to my uncle's dwelling in Federal Way/Tacoma. My entire family (with the exception of my immediates) are Jehovah's Witnesses. I used to be, but since my father and mother both stopped practicing, I did as well.
I knew it was going to happen, but I was still unprepared when they asked me why I don't resume studying. I had to justify why I don't practice anymore. I'm too lazy to go into it right now, but it was pretty heavy. Lots of tears.
Yesterday
Shared time with a brother I hadn't seen in a hot minute, and then shared some time with friends of a brother who I hadn't seen in an even hotter minute. Was apolled by the immature mindstate of these young adults. Some direct quotes.
"I think clubbin' is fun. Bitches asses on your dicks. Grindin."
"Some girls were hella hot, but there were too many black people."
Me: We really ain't got shit to do in the city, because A, we don't have any loot, and B, everything's closed."
Him: Woah, slow down. I can't keep up with your b-boy lingo.
"Oh, for realz, dawg?"
And one cat was just blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.
I don't mind silliness at all. In fact, I'm probably sillier than I should be. But stop being so fucking stupid, please.