That Rattling in the Brain...
Right now I'm reading a Brief History of Time and Ender's Game, in addition to whatever else my instructors decide to throw at me (I just read Everyman, which is actually quite interesting for a religious play from the Middle Ages.) I'm enjoying just about everything about my education right now, and am feeling unusually inspired. I've had periods like this before, though, and they've always been temporary. I think my life is inevitably manic and moody, I can't seem to do anything in moderation. I'm either joyous to the point of singing or the most miserable, dark person on the planet. It's like I'm bipolar, only in an annual sense.
My dad is very sick again. He has cancer between his spine and an aorta. If the cancer is coming from a lymph node, then he will most likely be okay. If it is coming from the bone, I might not have a living father soon. It's amazing I can write that, really, because I love my dad so much. He's a good man, he imparted morality and virtue to me. He doesn't deserve to die young.
I was a bit upset to learn that because my mother and sister are complete jackasses, both myself and my sister were cut out of my late grandmother's will. When she died, every grandchild received a large portion of money (very, very large) except for us. Why? Well, my sister wasn't invited to my grandmother's birthday in hawaii, while I was (this is due to the fact that she's a willful, stubborn, spoiled bitch of a girl who doesn't have the slightest grasp on tact or diplomacy.) This drove her and my mother into a fury (the grandmother in question is my father's mother, of course), causing them to give the dying old woman a nasty phone call that heretofore cheated me out of a sum of money large enough to change my life for the better.
Well, it was also because I hadn't sent my grandmother a formal thank you letter after the trip. It really just slipped my mind, I told her I was genuinely grateful after the trip in person, I didn't really think to do anything else. I suppose being a depressed hermit has its disadvantages; you forget about everyone but yourself.
Shameful part of my life, but I owned up to my familial neglect at the funeral, and at many gatherings afterwards. I'm much better now. I really do like that side of my family, even if they are sort of scary. They don't tolerate small talk and bullshit, they're ridiculously intense people. Not quite my style, but I can definitely see why they're wealthy.
I've always had such an interesting family life. My parents are long divorced, of course, hence the divisive, family vs. family nonsense that I refuse to be a part of. I love both my parents, I take the best lessons from both and use them for myself.
It's Thanksgiving today, though. What am I thankful for?
I'm thankful that I finally mustered the discipline to really pursue what's important to me in my life. I'm thankful I live with four really great, understanding, laid back friends who know how to respect one another. I'm thankful I have a beautiful, saint of a woman in my life. I'm thankful that I have things to be thankful for.
Most of all, I'm thankful that I finally know who I really am.
I'm also thankful you're reading this, whoever you are. <3
My dad is very sick again. He has cancer between his spine and an aorta. If the cancer is coming from a lymph node, then he will most likely be okay. If it is coming from the bone, I might not have a living father soon. It's amazing I can write that, really, because I love my dad so much. He's a good man, he imparted morality and virtue to me. He doesn't deserve to die young.
I was a bit upset to learn that because my mother and sister are complete jackasses, both myself and my sister were cut out of my late grandmother's will. When she died, every grandchild received a large portion of money (very, very large) except for us. Why? Well, my sister wasn't invited to my grandmother's birthday in hawaii, while I was (this is due to the fact that she's a willful, stubborn, spoiled bitch of a girl who doesn't have the slightest grasp on tact or diplomacy.) This drove her and my mother into a fury (the grandmother in question is my father's mother, of course), causing them to give the dying old woman a nasty phone call that heretofore cheated me out of a sum of money large enough to change my life for the better.
Well, it was also because I hadn't sent my grandmother a formal thank you letter after the trip. It really just slipped my mind, I told her I was genuinely grateful after the trip in person, I didn't really think to do anything else. I suppose being a depressed hermit has its disadvantages; you forget about everyone but yourself.
Shameful part of my life, but I owned up to my familial neglect at the funeral, and at many gatherings afterwards. I'm much better now. I really do like that side of my family, even if they are sort of scary. They don't tolerate small talk and bullshit, they're ridiculously intense people. Not quite my style, but I can definitely see why they're wealthy.
I've always had such an interesting family life. My parents are long divorced, of course, hence the divisive, family vs. family nonsense that I refuse to be a part of. I love both my parents, I take the best lessons from both and use them for myself.
It's Thanksgiving today, though. What am I thankful for?
I'm thankful that I finally mustered the discipline to really pursue what's important to me in my life. I'm thankful I live with four really great, understanding, laid back friends who know how to respect one another. I'm thankful I have a beautiful, saint of a woman in my life. I'm thankful that I have things to be thankful for.
Most of all, I'm thankful that I finally know who I really am.
I'm also thankful you're reading this, whoever you are. <3