So, I’m sitting here at work and I can barely hold my eyes open. It’s 12:13 and the thought of being here for at least four more hours is honestly making me depressed. I feel like my body is in slow motion while the rest of the world is whizzing by me.
I returned from Birmingham (via Atlanta) last night close to Midnight. When we got home, Shel and I played w/ the enormous monster kittens – they’ve grown tremendously – bickered and then went to sleep. Shel has a friend who I really don’t like for several reasons and it bothers me when he spends time w/ that person. I don’t know if he doesn’t understand why it bothers me, if he doesn’t care or what. And I don’t understand why he insists on having that person in his life. It’s frustrating and it was disappointing to devote so much time and energy to it when all I wanted to do was cuddle up next to him and go to sleep.
My trip to Alabama was a whole lot better than I anticipated it would be. First off, my cousin Erin is great. She’s extremely chatty, down to earth, easy to be w/, etc… We got along really, really well. She and I are only 3 years apart in age, but despite our mothers being sisters, we hadn’t seen each other in over 20 years. So, it was great to spend time w/ her and get to know her. Erin’s got a sweet husband – a real manly man! He was quiet, but very, very nice. You could tell that he absolutely adores Erin and their 5-year-old daughter, Malory. Malory was a trip! She’s a precocious, spunky little girl. Not at all annoying like some little kids can be. She colored me a picture and I have it proudly displayed on my refrigerator.
Although I thought it would be, it was never difficult to be around my aunt. We talked about cancer and her death, of course, but we mostly just talked. There were times when I honestly forgot about the reason I went down because I was simply happy to be there. Alabama is a really nice place and a lot of negative stereotypes I had of what it would be like were quickly dashed. First, people in Birmingham are sweet and friendly, and they all have teeth and wear shoes! Second, the land is beautiful. Mountains and lakes everywhere. All of the homes are relatively new and they’re pretty much all situated on an acre of land or more. The cost of real-estate down there is shockingly cheap. When I was introduced to a gentleman, he asked what I thought of Alabama. I told him how impressed I was and he said that they’ve got a great little secret going on down there and he hoped that the secret never got out.
The only thing I didn’t enjoy about my trip was the constant praising of my Uncle Johnny. He’s my mom’s brother and they don’t talk. He’s pompous, rude, self-absorbed, cocky, conceded, etc… and my aunt just worships him. I mean, she truly feels that he is the most amazing man to step foot on the earth. Looking at his picture literally turns my stomach. My uncle was terribly, terribly ignorant to my father; he would put him down every chance he got. He insulted my father in our home, in his home, in public, in private, etc… and my father took all of it in stride for my mom’s sake. Then, last May (I probably wrote about it in here), my father asked my uncle to turn the country music off and my uncle went off on my father in front of my aunt, brothers, cousins, etc… That was the last straw for my family. My mother no longer considers him her brother. He’s not my uncle. He’s not an uncle to Jason or Gregory, either. I’m an intelligent person and I have a theory when it comes to my uncle. He’s good w/ his hands – he can build things – and that’s about all. He’s not intelligent. My father is very smart – he has common sense, he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met – and my uncle’s intimidated. He will NOT, NOT, NOT surround himself w/ people who have more intelligence than he. Instead he’s got a wife w/ no identity of her own, a daughter who’s going to grow up to worship him, a sister who believes he’s some sort of demigod. Ugh. He only wants to be around people who think he is as wonderful as he thinks he is. If you don’t think he’s a fantastic human being, then you’re not worth his time. He’ll belittle you to make himself feel big. Well, fuck that.
Ugh – simply thinking about it is making my head spin.
I really want to go home. I’m trying to come up w/ some excuse in my head to leave and I can’t think of any.
Ok, I just read my LiveJournal history and found that I didn’t write too much about the whole brouhaha w/ my family last May. All I wrote was that I didn’t want to talk about it because it was too depressing.