what a week
this week has been full of unexpected and bad news, yesterday my grandma died very unexpectedly and we are/were extremley close. i have been dealing with a flood of emotions in the last 24+ hours but now that i have had a little time for it to sink in i am in the state of 'oh shit i have to go to dallas'. my thought pattern is: what am i going to eat in dallas suburbia hell? when can i run in 100+ degree weather, i cannot sit still. how the hell am i going to deal with my christian republican family (my grandma was a democrat)? where the hell am i going to get decent beer and/or scotch.
luckily for me i will have a car and can escape the above (to an extent), but still the thought of spending an extended amount of time with my dad's family is making me crazy. going to a funeral is emotional enough, so why does the rest of the family you never talk to have to be there? and why does it have to be in a place that thinks vegetarian means you still eat chicken?
yes i am a bit obsessed about strange things, but it probably my way of not focusing on death. ugh. riding my bike and drinking scotch has helped too.
luckily for me i will have a car and can escape the above (to an extent), but still the thought of spending an extended amount of time with my dad's family is making me crazy. going to a funeral is emotional enough, so why does the rest of the family you never talk to have to be there? and why does it have to be in a place that thinks vegetarian means you still eat chicken?
yes i am a bit obsessed about strange things, but it probably my way of not focusing on death. ugh. riding my bike and drinking scotch has helped too.