Stellar
The forces of nature never cease to amaze me, especially when they strongly gravitate towards each other to make other people's ends meet. Most significantly at this time in my life, where I am trying to figure out where to put myself, between two families with their differences, comprised of people who might not get along like Meet the Fockers gone bad, somehow and amazingly, all this tumulous disquietude will hopefully go to rest. The comfort of new company, with welcoming arms and loving faces, make all the bad memories fade into nothingness. Hey, just the way I want it.
at 6:03 PMThe more I think about it, the more I despise where I am. It's too bad that too many curious eyes wander on through my blog to find out that I've written stuff about them. So, just for propriety's sake, I'm going to try and help being too specific this time.
Please pick up after yourself. Please keep in mind that grandmothers are supposed to be treated as grandmothers, not as cleaning ladies who wash your clothes and make your bed, which you have unknowingly (or maybe not) stained recently. Please leave room for the floor to breathe. Apparently it can't, since all your things are on it, leaving no leg room, nor tiny square centimeter where my feet can actually feel the carpet. Please dispose any tissue or napkin you have used to blow your nose. It's really disgusting to see it on top of the bed/floor/tv/everywhere. Shoes are meant to be put away, too, in case and obviously you didn't know. Please do not touch my things. I know we're cramped in this shithole but please respect my privacy even if there seems none. Please do not get my stuff without asking permission. Please do not order people to do things for you. Instead, ask favors. Please don't forget to say thank you. You're overpowering yourself too much that you forget the things that other people do for you. Please watch the things you say, because you're trampling on other people who end up closing their ears to your yakking about being better when you can't be an example yourself. Don't be naive. You're almost twice as old as I am and it never ceases to amaze me how I see all this and you don't. Maybe it's time to grow up.
at 12:38 AMI have been a terrible blogger. Haven't posted anything in two months except fix my template.. and... work on my upcoming blog which will probably be done in ten years and a half.
However, I couldn't let this post pass me by. If I weren't too sleepy last night I would've written about this lengthily.
Your animosity stuns me every single time. Your non-chalance has gone from placid to dispassionate at 120 miles per hour. It's like you're too high above me now, in a pedestal that some new pick-up set up for you, and you sit there so comfortably, forgetting your friends down below. And back then I was just frustrated that we didn't get the chance to resolve things, but now I'm just mad. Why the arrogance? Are you in such a better place than where other people are that you have to show off your pomposity at every chance you get? What's to answer me back respectfully? Is it so hard to do? Does it hurt your ego in some way to reply that you just had to brush me off your shoulder like some fragile dandelion? Sure you may just have been busy. Or, you could've also chosen to totally ignore my kind-hearted and sincere remark. For crying out loud, are you all that great that I had to look up to you all these years? Well guess what, I'll let that thing pass as if it never happened because you have never been this cold. I knew you'd reach that point eventually. Brush me off again, and I'll forget you, too. Maybe I'm thinking too deep into this horseshit, but it annoys me that you don't even give a damn.
at 5:56 PM
