Have You Ever Been Tempted To Drive Somewhere Shirtless?
That happened to me today, long story. Anyways, I'm officially back. The train ride both ways generally sucked, as it just about always does. After we got the rental car it was a bit of a hassle trying to get to my grandma's place. I say it was a hassle because I kept having to give confirmation of where to at least a couple of times every turn. Getting there I had that same uneasy feeling that I always get when I stay there. It was a place not even fit for her, let alone anything that I'm accustomed to. Right away I started to see all of the in-fighting that goes on with my extended family, especially stemming from my aunt. She tried to take control of all of the arrangements and let everyone know it. After a day or so I did get to spend time with a couple of my more favorite uncles and my cousin. The conversation turned to waxing nostalgic. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but this time I learned a lot about a couple of key people that shined a much different light than anything I could've imagined. By the 4th of July, mom was already extremely frustrated because my grandma knows she's old and wants everyone to wait on her hand and foot, and I was frustrated because I was away from home and I didn't want to deal with all of this stuff. Not to mention since she didn't have anything to eat in her place that appealed to me, and I wasn't feeling hungry, that soon led to the first physical problems. When we went to the mall to get some shoes the hot, DRY air smacked me in the chest, then because I hadn't eaten and was dehydrated, I got such a big headache that I felt a throbbing sensation in my face and almost passed out. The day of the funeral led to even more fighting, a beautiful service (they did a great job on my aunt, she looked so peaceful, and I hope to see her again just like that someday) and a gathering of relatives that I didn't even know. I ended that night with a phone call from Righteous, a fever, and an urge to go home. The re-pass on Sunday went better, even though I got more of the vibe that one of my aunts hates me and I was in the middle of nowhere. I didn't go to the burial on Monday, mom couldn't deal with it and we had to get ready for everyone coming back anyway. There wasn't any fighting after all of the things that happened at the burial site (if only it stayed that way). Everyone just ate and had a good time. By Tuesday we were both ready to come home. Between a fever, nearly fainting, having a headache and a bloodshot eye due to blood pressure; I'm glad I went to see her, but I simply can't deal with the rest of them again. I have enough paranoia and issues to deal with as is.