For those of you on my notify list, and those who really need to move on with whatever excuse for a life you’re using now, you know Dirk’s father died. If you want my thoughts from the day afterward, I’ll put it up later.
The aftermath was fairly horrible for everyone involved. I’m not going to pretend my grief was anything approaching Dirk or Aaron’s. I took most of last week off for precisely that reason. I figured they needed someone around who wasn’t either consumed by grief or trying to take advantage of this opportunity to make herself out to be Mother Theresa. I’m talking about the Sarge, in case you’re slow.
Really, her private show of over-support isn’t my business, and the part that is my business isn’t her fault, really. Aaron brought her to both the viewing and the funeral, despite the fact that she didn’t know his father, and despite the fact that his family despises her with good reason. Although I know for a fact that she was not-so-privately exultant about being shoved into grieving people’s faces, and she swanned around in her goth black and her ankh and her superiority complex. I almost punched Aaron a couple times. I almost punched her a couple times. Aaron was horrifically late to both the viewing and the funeral.
My jaw is clenching again. It’s time to go to the happy place.
So, Aaron was busy shoving the Sarge down our throats, claiming that she was trying to be civil, so why couldn’t we? People, I heard her say shit about Dirk and his mother at the viewing that were either A) outright lies, B) snotty as hell, or C) both. She also had a fit at the cemetery, right after the funeral. I think it was because Aaron’s mom wasn’t acknowledging her, despite the fact that she’d parked her ass in a chair with the family and made an entirely spurious show of grief. At any rate, she stomped off to the van with a murderous look on her face, in front of god and everybody. It was at that point that I quit caring what she said about anyone, because no matter how much bullshit she spread around, the sad fact is she’s a bitch. Unfortunately for her, she can’t effectively cover this fact up for any period of time. This was seriously not the time to be looking for acceptance. There were other issues at stake.
If she wasn’t a giant psycho bitch, I could give them both some advice:
1) Stop talking shit about family members to other family members. Everybody can see that you’re two-faced, and it makes you look like evil assholes when you diss your brother, who is civilly keeping his mouth shut about your joke of a relationship.
2) Stop having insane psycho fights, taking refuge with the relatives that you’re so fond of dissing in public, and then trying to shove her down their throats immediately afterwards. Everybody remembers that she sucks; nobody is going to be open-minded.
3) Don’t tell stupid lies. Unfortunately for all parties involved, her dog ate Dirk’s face. This is a fact. Lying about why it happened does not change the fact that it was her dog, it ate his face, and Dirk’s known for his kindness to animals. It does make you look like a stupid freak
4) Be patient. Trying to get someone accepted by your family is a slow process if they’ve been fucked-up to just about everyone in your family. Forcing the issue by bringing them to family gatherings where they’re specifically not wanted and playing dumb when people express their discomfort about having that person around doesn’t do anything but make the process drag out longer. If their dislike is really unwarranted, then the most you can do is make sure they understand that obviously this person is special to you for very real reasons, and wait.
Unfortunately, The Sarge is a stupid bitch, so this advice is really pointless.Beyond the crazy that is the aftermath of death, there have been other happenings.
We got a Sony PlayStation2 (which, by the way, is cheaper through Amazon). Rather, I got it for Dirk for x-mas. I’ve been saving for a long time for this – I gave it to him early because I can’t stand withholding something as cool as that just because it isn’t Christmas. I bought him Grand Theft Auto: Vice City and I rented him WWE Smackdown! Shut Your Mouth, so he’s been playing that pretty well nonstop. I like to let GTA just run so I can hear the radio stations.
I’ve been doing a lot of research into the development of vampire mythology for my novel. There’s a point, I swear there is, but all these dates and details swirl around in my head. Also, a whole lot of people have written a whole lot of shitty/cliché/stupid vampire novels. They should be beaten.
Aaron came over last night around midnight with no warning. He and The Sarge got into a fight because she’s a fat, lazy, demanding slob and he’s tired of doing all the cleaning. He admitted that she’s probably done dishes four times since they moved into their place. She’s driving him nuts, and he’s stressed out anyway. Also, he’s probably going to do some jail time because he was caught going 70 in a 45 zone while his license was suspended. At times like this, I can almost see clearly that he means no malice by his actions. He just makes an astonishing number of completely idiotic decisions.
He was over until 2 in the morning – just needed a place to hang out for a while until he could calm down. He also needed someone to vent to. I really don’t think he has friends besides the ones on the computer. I let him play with the playstation and talked to him. He hugged me when he left.
Sometimes I am very confused by people.
I probably forgot some things. I hope I’ll remember them later. Until then, look at my wishlist and some pictures of the kitty with stuff parked on her head.
