January 25, 2013

The Hatefire Burrito


To be filed under the "therapy letter that may never reach it's intended"...

I started writing a rebuttal to a ridiculous expletive laden tirade - lobbed directly at me by a (distant and secondary) family member earlier this week on Facebook (sigh).  The first variation of this rebuttal was really ugly - but I got (blissfully) distracted.

Because then:
Mom packed a bag lunch for me with at least 10 different items; Jen and CJ are going to have a baby; Jen C called randomly (and from far far away) and presented me with some new opportunities;  Latitus J  (my amazing Godson) won a science fair award and I clapped like I was at the Golden Globes;  I had the best dinner at Bravos with the Daniels' sisters, and then Chilli's (I know right!);  Arlene P wrapped up something with her family and tried to join us but was blocked due to a venue change, but she tried - next week hot yoga!.  My brother is having a baby and painting a mural too - except his has texture (and mine doesn't which I'm jealous about).  I'm wading through a sea of great new comics I bought for my iPad; oh and I took some classes and bought some online and..; and tomorrow..? I don't know, but I'm looking forward to it.  

You see most of these things were some sorta posts on my Facebook.  It's a public forum. I assume when I read these things that the people posting them are aware someone is reading them - and maybe even occassionally tell someone else something they what seen, like say a parent. I read things and discuss them with people around me.   A good friend once told me, she didn't feel any guilt about posting something as long as it was TRUE.

The point is: I am not a "nosey f*n bitch" and I did not "start sh*t with your mother". I only told my mom that your Facebook said that you had moved. That's it and this is pretty much where this story goes to ground. I'm not launching a COUNTER CAPS LOCK ATTACK. As I feel the adjectives in front of bitch would just stack up and I'm not apologizing. 

Life does not suck. It's not so boring.  It's really kinda great even the crappy parts.  Excessive cursing also doesn't mean you're a badass. It just means you're hiding behind a monitor. And you have alot to learn about growing up. 

I'll be seeing you sometime in the future as it seems with family you always do. Like it or not. 

But I'll be the one holding the skateboard next time....not getting hit with it. 

I leave you with the awesome Gemma..my sometimes hero from Sons of Anarchy. Handling things the old way...you know before Facebook. 


4 comments:

Hench said...

This is key: "you have a lot to learn about growing up." This is what makes some people not worth our angst.

No matter if they are technically adults.

Leslie said...

I thought so too - I quickly started to realize I was not battling in my own age bracket. And then I had a flash of being 15 and holding her as baby. And then another of being 19 and generally hapless about money and how to acquire it. Thank god for my mom and meal plans and magical ODU.

I was really just telling my mom b/c I was intrigued..and my mom was worried about her niece (the offenders MOM). I didn't account for a tidal wave of hormones and whatever conversation they had that sparked this situation. Obli-dee Obli-da I guess.

Hench said...

There's Gemma! Before she turned into a whiny, psychotic, well, you know.

Leslie said...

Tween? lol