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Have I mentioned I dislike sports?
So. My nephew's birthday party was tonight. Because of that, I couldn't go see Shai this weekend.
I spent the entire party wishing I hadn't bothered. They watched football. And more football. And talked about football. And watched more football. Every fucking tv in the house was on to the same fucking channel so they could watch the fucking football game.
Driving home was amusing. No cops, and I made a 15 minute trip in 10 minutes. Yay.
But I can't handle this stupidity. My relatives--rather, my brother and his in-laws and friends--would rather watch a football game than their nephew/child/whatever. They love a sport more than a child.
Amusing, in the end. I hope he grows up to be a serial killer.
I guess they just come from a different strata then I do. One where life really isn't as important as status and knowing who won what game.
The same goes for the people at the PC. They don't give a shit about me. Are they supposed to? I guess not. After all, I'm just an employee. The person who lets them in, takes their mail and packages and always, always, always, has to smile at them and be polite. When what I really want to do is tell them to fuck off.
I never want children. Ever.
Totally out of the blue, but there it is.
One thing I'm saddened about, with leaving the party, is that I left my mother. And she looked so unhappy and uncomfortable. If I could have just gotten near her, I probably could have brought her home with me. But, then, she would have hated my driving.
I spent the entire party wishing I hadn't bothered. They watched football. And more football. And talked about football. And watched more football. Every fucking tv in the house was on to the same fucking channel so they could watch the fucking football game.
Driving home was amusing. No cops, and I made a 15 minute trip in 10 minutes. Yay.
But I can't handle this stupidity. My relatives--rather, my brother and his in-laws and friends--would rather watch a football game than their nephew/child/whatever. They love a sport more than a child.
Amusing, in the end. I hope he grows up to be a serial killer.
I guess they just come from a different strata then I do. One where life really isn't as important as status and knowing who won what game.
The same goes for the people at the PC. They don't give a shit about me. Are they supposed to? I guess not. After all, I'm just an employee. The person who lets them in, takes their mail and packages and always, always, always, has to smile at them and be polite. When what I really want to do is tell them to fuck off.
I never want children. Ever.
Totally out of the blue, but there it is.
One thing I'm saddened about, with leaving the party, is that I left my mother. And she looked so unhappy and uncomfortable. If I could have just gotten near her, I probably could have brought her home with me. But, then, she would have hated my driving.