Post by Joe Shmoe on Nov 7, 2007 0:39:51 GMT -5
So, my family had had a lot of shit going on for the last few months, normally, I'm ok with it, but there are some things that I need to talk about.
1. 4 people and the family dog of 11 years died within the last few years. One of the most painful being my cousin Ray. Ray died a few days after thanksgiving, and now, with the holidays coming up, things seem to be hitting me harder than usual.
Pair this with my Aunt almost committing seppuku, and my parents fighting.
Oh, and my grandfather is going in for surgery on the 11th of Nov.
MY grandmother has dissacociated herself with the world and our family. Not that I mind that part.
2 . My sister seems to think that with her bmi being at 22.6 that she can afford to lose some more weight. She can't. 19 is unhealthy if I am right. An she wants to lose weight because of cellulite. Not many people may know, but cellulite won't go away even if you weighed only 90lbs. People have tried to tell her this, but it kinda made things worse. And I fear, because of her age that she is "depressed" in a form. You see, my family is odd when I comes to depression - some won't eat, some will break doors, some will cut themselves. She, I think, is choosing the "fasting" route. Not only that but she has become the vainest person I've fucking ever known, which is why she an I no longer click. Add that up with her saying she's goth one day and punk the next, and then ghetto. Yes, you can be a mix of subculture, but you just put a label on yourself. I don't like labels, the only label that I will attach to myself is "Jack of all trades.", and that's because I know how to sew, upgrade a computer, build stuff, repair stuff, and mount virtual drives. It's a little bit of everything. I refuse to call myself a metal head or a goth because I fall so far out of those....Cultures anymore. I listen to more than metal, and I am -not- a goth. Through and through.
While that seems like a big load of brain-splat, she knows that I dissacociate with labels.
I mean, at least people CARE about her, right?
3. I keep losing myself, I can't find what I need to...Hold on. Decades become years, years become months, months become days, days become hours. And before I knew it, It went from winter to fall. I'd love to grab life by the horns and shake the shit out of it, but I can't find the proverbial time to do so. I so wish that for a few hours, i could just pause time it's self and sleep, or do my homework, or just spend time petting my muchly unloved piggy-kitty.
*sighs* Yeah...that was just a brainsplat... but I need to see if there IS help.
1. 4 people and the family dog of 11 years died within the last few years. One of the most painful being my cousin Ray. Ray died a few days after thanksgiving, and now, with the holidays coming up, things seem to be hitting me harder than usual.
Pair this with my Aunt almost committing seppuku, and my parents fighting.
Oh, and my grandfather is going in for surgery on the 11th of Nov.
MY grandmother has dissacociated herself with the world and our family. Not that I mind that part.
2 . My sister seems to think that with her bmi being at 22.6 that she can afford to lose some more weight. She can't. 19 is unhealthy if I am right. An she wants to lose weight because of cellulite. Not many people may know, but cellulite won't go away even if you weighed only 90lbs. People have tried to tell her this, but it kinda made things worse. And I fear, because of her age that she is "depressed" in a form. You see, my family is odd when I comes to depression - some won't eat, some will break doors, some will cut themselves. She, I think, is choosing the "fasting" route. Not only that but she has become the vainest person I've fucking ever known, which is why she an I no longer click. Add that up with her saying she's goth one day and punk the next, and then ghetto. Yes, you can be a mix of subculture, but you just put a label on yourself. I don't like labels, the only label that I will attach to myself is "Jack of all trades.", and that's because I know how to sew, upgrade a computer, build stuff, repair stuff, and mount virtual drives. It's a little bit of everything. I refuse to call myself a metal head or a goth because I fall so far out of those....Cultures anymore. I listen to more than metal, and I am -not- a goth. Through and through.
While that seems like a big load of brain-splat, she knows that I dissacociate with labels.
I mean, at least people CARE about her, right?
3. I keep losing myself, I can't find what I need to...Hold on. Decades become years, years become months, months become days, days become hours. And before I knew it, It went from winter to fall. I'd love to grab life by the horns and shake the shit out of it, but I can't find the proverbial time to do so. I so wish that for a few hours, i could just pause time it's self and sleep, or do my homework, or just spend time petting my muchly unloved piggy-kitty.
*sighs* Yeah...that was just a brainsplat... but I need to see if there IS help.