So I was told its time to post again.
So here's some updates.
On the upside my brother graduated from the air force and is home again, he is now AGE. I'm pretty proud of him.
I also have finally accumulated some money. . . that I'm in the process of kissing good bye, because everyone is always right and has a perfect way and money has no value when I have it just value when my job isn't paying enough (sorry ranting at lots of people the most recent of which is Paola, but it wouldn't bother me so much if i hadn't heard it so many times before).
Ok so now for the whiny side of this, skip to quotes if you don't want to hear me whine. So I still have this fear of losing Paola, and I can't tell how much is paranoia and how much is her being. . . her. I'm not sure how much I can say she's really touchy about me saying anything about us to anyone. I assume she's got a double standard and tells her friends but I don't know. She's kind of secretive like that.
Ok so theres my whole freaking out about break up things.
Then theres coming back from a funeral, first off to close to David's but everything for the next 50 years will probably be to close and tear the hell out of me.
2ndly I got to realize how much of vultures my family is.
Immediatly after his funeral Janet started giving things away and going between handing stuff out, my aunts laying claim to things, and Janet saying nothing is leaving this house and by the end of the sentence offering someone something else.
Then she breaks Shiva (jewish mourning thing) all over the place (doesn't bother me, except giving me his jacket, but can't really wait a month or I won't be there to recieve it so it makes sense). Then my mom gets upset because [long story made shorter] they were saying a trip wasn't possible because "Bayonne (northern jersey) was New York", and my mom walked out so as not to explode [to be honest I was proud of her], now my grandfather has modified everything on that house, the doors included which swing close instead of going slowly. So they slammed behind her, after a minute my mom came back in and saw Janet there waiting and immediatly apologized, and half way through her sentence was cut off by "YOU WILL NOT SLAM DOORS IN THIS HOUSE ITS A SHIVA HOUSE" and then told my mom she'ld rather her not be here and she was glad my mom was gonna just stay outside. So I go to comfort my mom and help grab her stuff (coat, purse, etc.) and Janet asks me for a hug, and I ask her to please apologize to my mom, and she gives me a lecture about my mom won't listen and she needs to stop acting like a 3 year old, and I'm thinking won't listen, the whole reason she's angry is because she was listening and you wouldn't let her finish a single one of her last 10 sentences which is part of why she walked out originally).
Ok so after that we go to my moms side of the family dad and brandon go home.
My Great Aunt falls on her bday (high on valium [she forgot how many she took and mistaked the air in the wrong room for her bed]) so ends up in the hospital.
My mom keeps trying to get my grandma to take us there, and she's like but theres a big football game and so calls my mom's cousin (my great aunts son) and he says were not allowed to visit because he's there and it would just be to much. So then that night he goes back home, and my mom is livid that he told us not to visit and then won't be there for us to visit, she's like i'm in town how often and I wasn't asking you to change your plans for me just to let me visit when you were already there.
So more tears yay!!
So backing up a bit I initially wanted to go back with Brandon, but mom convinced me to stay to see my gma, even though everyone else was supposed to be busy to bother seeing me, that side of the family usually gives me such a wonderful feeling of being valued.
Anyhow she also got me to agree that if the flight were to have an option to take a flight the next day I should do that so we can get free stuff
So we finally get home and with 5 days left of break. I agree to help clean up the next day and go to sleep (skipping minor drama) and I wake up to be shouted at how messy stuff is. and at this point i'm starting to lose my cool while i was supporting my mom she consistently was putting me down at my gma's and not even realizing it, and then I get home and get this hell, after I've followed everything she said gave up most my break, and so she's yelling at me about something dad gave me back as we were trying to leave for our flight, about how its been there for months, and I yell back at her, before realizing its not what i thought it was but my dads that shes yelling at me for (yell is probably a vast over exaggeration). And she just laughs about it, I couldn't tell if it made me feel relieved or more pissed off.
So after all this and finally knowing i get to see Paola when she gets off work at 7 she never calls me, and first whines that I didn't call, and I was waiting for that I"m home call. so at 10:30 I do call her . . .hence finding this out. Then she says she's at a friends bday party. So I decide to eat dennys with Chris, having taken to long so everyone else went home.
By the way I LOVE CHRIS he may be the reason I haven't committed suicide yet. He is the awesomest friend ever, and no this is not sarcasm, this is an insane kid giving thanks to a fantastic friend.
Any how so then today PAola tells me I never made plans with her so she made other plans, yesterday hence the party, and I realize she's right I got back from my flight asked her when she worked and made the stupid assumption that it was obvious i intended to see her then, thinking she also wanted to see me. . . I guess 2 weeks wasn't enough space.
So today happy to finally see her, and not having half of those pessimistic thoughts yet, she seems a little distant, mentions she was angry with me, but the "beard" I"m growing for her makes it all go away, but the whole night I can't even get a kiss and so it has me being like crap its not just me being paranoid, what the hell did I do. Or I guess its more of a why the hell am I never enough for fucking any one, I do fucking everything I go out of my fucking way by 10 miles, I live the life I do so I can do shit like that, but I'm enough for fucking nobody.
OH I think my uncles lectures will make it on here another day . . . maybe. . . probably not, just ask me about it.
Oh and I guess for Robert and Chris they both seem to think I'm a good guy, maybe Charlotte and Keri too?
Ok one last paranoia and then quotes
SO I'm back in my hearing chris and charlotte hanging out again and can't figure out if I should invite myself or give them alone time, and so instead i literally sit there half the time looking at a logged out screen.
"I respect that you chose to be Jewish, and thats why I plan to let my children make that choice" me
"Nooo" Uncle Allen
"If you don't marry Jewish than 5 Thousand years of Judaism will die with you". Uncle Allen
"He who hesitates is last" last fortune on a fortune cookie