livejournal, absorb my angst
(warning: this is just venting that is probably not interesting to anybody but me)
So this afternoon I called my Dad to tell him I was taking him out for Father's Day. During the conversation, he mentioned that my brother had a new girlfriend, and that if my brother tried to call me, I should not pick up the phone and ignore him. Fine. That's what I usually do with him anyway. Fast forward to about 2 hours ago. I see a missed call from my Dad so I call him back, and wires get crossed and I end up leaving him a message as he leaves me a message. Except when I listen to the message it's from "Your brother's new girlfriend, Priscilla". She wants me to call her back. I of course don't, esp. considering my father's earlier comment. "Priscilla" then proceeds to call several more times and leave several messages, plus a text number from a different number saying "PLEASE CALL". What do her voicemails say? Things like "I'm at your grandmother's house with your father", "It's an emergency" and, my personal favorite, "Your brother's girlfriend, if you could see what she's doing...I swear, I'm going to go over there and kill her." (Is she talking about my brother's *ex*-girlfriend? Is she talking in the third person? Who knows!) At this point, I am thinking really hard about the fact that this whole time, I haven't heard from my father, and that she's making calls from his cell phone, after he sounded very wary of my brother and his new girlfriend earlier. Being that my brother's a paranoid schizoaffective who's been hospitalized countless times, who has gotten the police called on him numerous times as well and has made vague threats at me on occasion; and that the women who date him tend to have major issues, I start to get very worried and freak out. I'm convinced that my father is, like, bleeding to death on the floor of my grandmother's apartment and this crazy woman is calling me to try to extort me for cash (my brother also likes to steal things for drug money) and my brother knows where I live and I'm home alone and no one is picking up their phone to give me advice. I call my mother, who's out of town on business, 11 times in about 20 minutes but there's no answer. I finally talk to a friend whose contribution is that assuming the worst is reasonable. I contemplate calling the police to go over there, and I sit in my house with the lights off clutching a kitchen knife and wishing I had a large blunt object instead. Calls to both my father's cell phone and the number that text me don't get answered. I think about how if something horrible has happened I could have made it worse by waiting for so long. I decide to call the police after trying one more round of obsessive calling. The unknown number picks up- it's "Priscilla", she asks who I am. She then proceeds to hand the phone to my father. Who is apparently, fine. He sounds like he's drunk. He tells me they're leaving my grandmother's house now. I lose reception and call him back and lose reception again, but I hear him talk enough to know that he's not dead or bleeding to death. So what was all of that about? WHO KNOWS. My brother's crazy, his girlfriend is probably crazy, and my dad's an alcoholic, and the moral of this story is that my modus operandi of refusing to answer my phone is the right path.
I didn't go out tonight to any of the things I could have gone to with people because I've been tired and I have to get up earlier tomorrow and I just wanted to have a nice, quiet relaxing evening. So much for that. I'm completely wired and nauseous now.
I think I am going to concentrate really hard on how hot Amanda Palmer is in the Leeds United video.