"evil" gays.
Mar. 11th, 2002 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearI think I've somewhat adequately addressed Lefare's death, but have chosen to keep my parents out of my mind for another day or so. It probably didn't help that my dad told me that a friend of my mom's passed away over the weekend too. Though I'm mad about the way he explained who she was -- I KNOW all the women from her aerobics class, especially Louise since she also was a paraprofessional at my high school. Hell, I even already knew she was dealing with cancer -- she has been for years. For some I reason, I often feel irked when my parents act as if I don't know people in Atlanta -- just because I "ran away from home" didn't mean I blocked out 10 years from my memory. I sometimes wonder if they see me as some heartless forgetful person who ran far, far away and pretend my past life didn't exist. It's not exactly my fault that I can no longer interact with my extended family. And they sure as hell aren't doing anything to help me out -- they're complicit in keeping my ostracized.
Maybe I'll just wait three weeks to reply, and I'll address none of the things in my father's e-mail. Or at any rate, I should avoid typing anything until I calm down a little. Hmm, all signs point to yes.
Instead I'll just be mad at UPS for not delivering my package today. I guess there's still a chance -- delivery routes often run until early evening.
I have a piece of mail on my desk that's infused with the smell of cigarette smoke. It's from a prisoner. He must smoke a lot if it made it through the delivery system and I can still smell it from 2 feet away. Though I would be doing the same if I were him. I'd like to think I could inspire myself to rehabilitate myself if I were locked-up, but who knows what actions I would take in reality. I'm not always inspirational to myself.
Maybe I'll just wait three weeks to reply, and I'll address none of the things in my father's e-mail. Or at any rate, I should avoid typing anything until I calm down a little. Hmm, all signs point to yes.
Instead I'll just be mad at UPS for not delivering my package today. I guess there's still a chance -- delivery routes often run until early evening.
I have a piece of mail on my desk that's infused with the smell of cigarette smoke. It's from a prisoner. He must smoke a lot if it made it through the delivery system and I can still smell it from 2 feet away. Though I would be doing the same if I were him. I'd like to think I could inspire myself to rehabilitate myself if I were locked-up, but who knows what actions I would take in reality. I'm not always inspirational to myself.
