Jan 03, 2006 10:59
Although my sister may hope she drops down dead, I don't have anything against my brother's wife. She has been mostly nice to me. I hear that she is actually the devil incarnate and that I am not to be fooled by her 'weakness' or should I say, incredible play-acting. Though like I said, other than some random occasions of pouting when I did not wish to spend my evening fawning over some self absorbed Ecuadorian girls (who turned out to be just passing puberty) She has been normal.
As normal as any Ecuadorian can be in America.
My sister and I are no longer fighting which is to say that we are no longer talking about our fight, not to say we are no longer talking. For all of her tough demeanor she's really still emotionally fragile. She, like all of us, has inherited the disability known as "pessimism" that our dear old mum died trying to instill in us. No, my dear old mum is not actually dead. Well, emotionally she's always been a zombie, but physically her body keeps on moving about, acting as if it has something left to accomplish. Mentally thouhg, I tell ya. She's not quite all there. Which is fine. Just irritating the hell out of me. My goal is to be able to appreciate her presence, and laugh at the negative things she says, because they are SOO negative.
I shouldn't let it bother me, because then i'll always (have always) be bothered!
Suffice to say.. JOY TO THE WORLD.