and divided what was mine
Mar. 5th, 2011 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyFirst of all, thanks. I'd say more but that'll come later when I'm back in numb but functioning mode. I did want you to know I appreciate the comments and thoughts. I always kind of thought it was a little too little to say to other people before, but being on the other side? Yeah. The little things aren't so little.
I had that worded more eloquently in my head (you can't disprove this, although my track record probably begs to differ), but I checked facebook and watched the cousins and family members appear. Some kept it simple. And some have expressed worry for their immediate family members and the remaining aunt/uncle. The rational part of me says this is normal. The part of me apparently at the wheel this morning is wishing to slam their heads into walls or counters. With a couple of exceptions most of them hadn't kept in touch so twisting it even just a tad vexes me, but maybe it's just a bit of "this isn't about you" combined with not wanting to truly say anything over there because I don't think my brother wants his ex to know, and while I'm sure it's only a matter of time if she doesn't already know, I feel tied by the not wanting to be the one to say something.
If you followed that, I've got a slice of key lime pie for you.
*shrug*
If you want to share in my "...wtf?" reaction, there's this gem from my aunt: My brother-in-law passed away last night. RIP Terry, the pain's all gone now :)
Smilie face not appropriate, woman.
Went to the cabin yesterday for check in. Widget waffled between good and not so good. Went to dinner. Involved a very long wait since Gilligan's is very popular and it was a Friday night. Thing is the group was pretty large and while I don't think he was bothered too much by it, I don't deal well with large groups. I never have. So I just kind of watch and listen and get lost in my head. I'm pretty sure my head is where I do not wish to be. Had shrimp. Not the best shrimp of my life. Paid $40 to eavesdrop. Was okay until the night was almost over and someone asked my name. Reminded me that I was the only person legally old enough not getting a tattoo (which is why the rest were around.)
Wanted to go home. Had to wait.
Came home. Slept. Woke up. Realized my great-uncle outlived my father. Wanted to crawl back under the covers. Tried. Didn't work. Realized I want to not feel like the tag-along this weekend. Realized that this just ain't going to happen. Thinking that trying the covers again still won't help. Feeling sorry for myself is now going to be distracted by me finding something cute and seeing if it will administer "sit in something" therapy. (Cute thing sits in/on something. Cuteness levels double! Mood improves. Like crack, only cheaper.)
Plus side: My room is cleaner than it's been in quite awhile. Next we'll discuss things that make me happier. Until then, enjoy evil!Ghoulia.
I had that worded more eloquently in my head (you can't disprove this, although my track record probably begs to differ), but I checked facebook and watched the cousins and family members appear. Some kept it simple. And some have expressed worry for their immediate family members and the remaining aunt/uncle. The rational part of me says this is normal. The part of me apparently at the wheel this morning is wishing to slam their heads into walls or counters. With a couple of exceptions most of them hadn't kept in touch so twisting it even just a tad vexes me, but maybe it's just a bit of "this isn't about you" combined with not wanting to truly say anything over there because I don't think my brother wants his ex to know, and while I'm sure it's only a matter of time if she doesn't already know, I feel tied by the not wanting to be the one to say something.
If you followed that, I've got a slice of key lime pie for you.
*shrug*
If you want to share in my "...wtf?" reaction, there's this gem from my aunt: My brother-in-law passed away last night. RIP Terry, the pain's all gone now :)
Smilie face not appropriate, woman.
Went to the cabin yesterday for check in. Widget waffled between good and not so good. Went to dinner. Involved a very long wait since Gilligan's is very popular and it was a Friday night. Thing is the group was pretty large and while I don't think he was bothered too much by it, I don't deal well with large groups. I never have. So I just kind of watch and listen and get lost in my head. I'm pretty sure my head is where I do not wish to be. Had shrimp. Not the best shrimp of my life. Paid $40 to eavesdrop. Was okay until the night was almost over and someone asked my name. Reminded me that I was the only person legally old enough not getting a tattoo (which is why the rest were around.)
Wanted to go home. Had to wait.
Came home. Slept. Woke up. Realized my great-uncle outlived my father. Wanted to crawl back under the covers. Tried. Didn't work. Realized I want to not feel like the tag-along this weekend. Realized that this just ain't going to happen. Thinking that trying the covers again still won't help. Feeling sorry for myself is now going to be distracted by me finding something cute and seeing if it will administer "sit in something" therapy. (Cute thing sits in/on something. Cuteness levels double! Mood improves. Like crack, only cheaper.)
Plus side: My room is cleaner than it's been in quite awhile. Next we'll discuss things that make me happier. Until then, enjoy evil!Ghoulia.
