People who don't understand the word no.
People who somehow think they are the exception to the rule.
People thinking invading my space and giving me a hug is somehow the best way to comfort me.
Thinking about the future. Even if I did get an interview for that art center/museum position.
Listening to anyone who wants to tell me how wonderful my mother is, or how much they love her, or what an amazing person she is. I know all that. Better than they do.
The guilt about not being able to do anything to fix this situation.
The guilt about getting enraged everytime a kind person tries to do something for my family and me.
Pretty much anything other than staring blankly at a computer or tv screen.
People who somehow think they are the exception to the rule.
People thinking invading my space and giving me a hug is somehow the best way to comfort me.
Thinking about the future. Even if I did get an interview for that art center/museum position.
Listening to anyone who wants to tell me how wonderful my mother is, or how much they love her, or what an amazing person she is. I know all that. Better than they do.
The guilt about not being able to do anything to fix this situation.
The guilt about getting enraged everytime a kind person tries to do something for my family and me.
Pretty much anything other than staring blankly at a computer or tv screen.
10 comments:
That stinks. How bout some Nutella? That always makes me feel better. Or a Dr. Pepper.---Or perhaps in your case: Depp in eyeliner?
Would I fall into that category if I called you?! I want to talk about the book I just finished...
Nutella sounds good. And I like Dr. Pepper, but I have to admit that my nectar of the gods is a Cherry Coke with lime juice added. I know, weird, but that is me.
And friends don't count on this list. Especially ones that want to talk about a book, or really anything other than my mother and I how I feel about her and this entire situation. So feel free to call.
I don't know you or your mother, so I'm not a friend, but I hope you don't mind my saying that I was sorry to read what you wrote about her in your recent posting.
Congratulations on getting an interview for the museum.
BlackJazz, I think that should we have lived on the same continent, we would be friends. You don't seem the kind of person who, even though you never asked my mom to one of your lunches or even talked to her outside of church callings, nonetheless feel it is your Christian duty to come over and stare at her like she is a freak of nature.
Scully - I feel honoured that you would think that way about me.
And I'm really sorry to hear that sort of thing is happening to your mother. It makes me a bit embarrassed to be a church member. Thank goodness our reasons for being in the church are a lot more than because we think the people are great - because some times (hopefully not very often) they're not.
Can I send you an email? If so, you could ask Miss Nemesis to give you my address.
My personal favorites for feeling better are pizza, chocolate and ice cream, but preferably not the ice cream on the pizza or visa versa. I had to have a little pizza myself last night. But that was a one time thing. I'm with ZB, Depp in eyeliner. Or Jarod. Or any other eye candy.
And I keep waiting to hear what happens with this museum thing. I wish they'd hurry up!!
OK, there are many reasons why I hope you get the museum job, the most giggle-inducing of which is all the potential Night at the Museum jokes. Which I haven't even seen, but--hee! Good thing I'm not a dork or anything.
Of course you can email me, BlackJazz. I'll send Nem an email. You are such a lovely person.
And we will see what happens with the museum thing after Wednesday. I'll let you know what happens
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