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I did a bad thing to my family on Saturday, and I feel like shit for it.
Anyways - it was my Uncle's birthday and they hit him with a surprise party. A good time was had by most...I got there about 5PM, and mingled.
I can break my family into two parts. Mom's side (The Matrarchal Tribe who can be completely insane) and Dad's side (The Goodhearted Lawbreakers who can alsobe completely insane). This was a party on my Dad's side, so it was a Good Old Time, versus a Tribal Feast. Because of my "issues" I tended to keep away from family things. No need to get attached when they'd dump you like a bad habit once you come out to them.
This has really kinda stunted me in their eyes, especailly on my Dad's side. On my mom's side, EVERYONE knows you, no matter how long you've been away, and they ALL welcome you like they've never seen you in a million years, even if you just saw them yesterday. My dad's side, however, doesn't do that. So Iw as the odd man out in most of the conversations. They just dont' relate to me since I have done my best to distance myself from them. Makes for an odd party.
So I listened a lot...what can you add when you have a roundtable of "How I got out of my DUI this time?" or "How drunk were you when you did that?" I went out and enjoyed the crickets and noises and horses and stuff'n'junk. I know at least one of my aunts suspects that I am not all that I appear to be, but she never forces the issue, instead indulges me in my love for nature (On 200 acres of grazing land, where can you go wrong?).
However, I did not have a completely fun time - I was excluded (but not without reason) from a lot of conversations, and even cousins, simply because I've kept my yap shut and away from them for a long time. And when I left, I felt bad for denying myself a good time.
That's when I made a Big Mistake.
We went to the party in two seperate cars...my father, sister and mother in one car, me in the truck (They left home for the party at 9AM,I left at 3:30PM). On our way home, we came across a MASSIVE accident piling up traffic on Texas 123. I pulled over and told them that I was headed the other direction on Texas 123 to take US 87 home. They said they were going to wait out the wreck. So I left...it was a good 50 miles to home via US 87.
I made a buncha side trips, visitng the downtown of one little town, taking a county road I'd remembered (I didn't have my Texas maps with me). And that's when I saw a guy on the side the road at the Bexar County line. I was feeling bad about the party, and generally feeling sorry for myself (it seems all I can do these days) that I passed the guy up even when he got out of his car and flagged me down. And contimued over the hill so tha tI couldn't see him flashing his brights at me.
I made it home about 2AM. Mom and Dad weren't home yet. So I called them to let me know I made it home. Turned out, that the guy who got out of his car to flag me down was Dad. And I just didn't care enough to pull over and help him. He had obviously passed me on one of my side trips. I got back in my truck, and drove the thirty miles back to the county line to get them. I felt like shit for passing them up...yeah, I didn't know that they needed help, but dad always taught me to help people on the road, especialyl a tnight. This time, I just passed him right up.
I could tell on the phone that he was upset (he repeated himself four times as to where EXACTLY he was, he was stuttering, and breathing right into the phone so thatI couldn't hear him). I knew I was going to get a "punishment." Now it's not anything like a spanking, or a grounding. It's one of those "No, it's okay, I'mnot mad at you, or anything...by the way, here's a HURCULEAN TASK YOU MUST PREFORM BEFORE A DEADLINE THAT WILL BE IMPOSSIBLE TO DO" types of things.
Now I'm sorry I missed him, and I'm STILL kicking myself in the ass for it, but what he asked me to do was INSANE. I offered to take him to the nearest gas station with gas tanks I had with me, to get some gas. "I'm not hearing any of that." What did he want me to do?
Push his car with my truck. (No problem) For TEN MILES (What?!) And not go 40 miles an hour (THE FUCK?!) We got to the gas station at 4AM, an hour and a half later, and strated home. I got home at 5AM...where my parents had gotten there ahead of me (when they took off after getting gas, they were going at least 80 on the freeway, to my 65). They locked me out of hte house for 15 minutes, where I got a "You disturbed us with your doorbell ringing" look. They couldn't have gottenthere much earlier than I did. They did it to "Teach me a lesson."
The moral of the story? Help people. Dn't just pass them up. Especially my dad because he'll get vindictive while denying it the whole time.
Sunday
nothing happened today, other than my mother signing my dad's card for me. IF she'd TOLD me there was a card, I woulda signed it. She prolly didn't want to take the chance that I woulda written my REAL name on the card.
Made good ramen, too. Mom refuses to buy the JApanese ramen, so I took some regular ramen, boiled it without the sauce packets, drained it and added 1/4 cup soy sauce, and 1 1/2 tablespoons of sugar and worctershiresireishirehsier sauce. Tasty, but strong.
I did a bad thing to my family on Saturday, and I feel like shit for it.
Anyways - it was my Uncle's birthday and they hit him with a surprise party. A good time was had by most...I got there about 5PM, and mingled.
I can break my family into two parts. Mom's side (The Matrarchal Tribe who can be completely insane) and Dad's side (The Goodhearted Lawbreakers who can alsobe completely insane). This was a party on my Dad's side, so it was a Good Old Time, versus a Tribal Feast. Because of my "issues" I tended to keep away from family things. No need to get attached when they'd dump you like a bad habit once you come out to them.
This has really kinda stunted me in their eyes, especailly on my Dad's side. On my mom's side, EVERYONE knows you, no matter how long you've been away, and they ALL welcome you like they've never seen you in a million years, even if you just saw them yesterday. My dad's side, however, doesn't do that. So Iw as the odd man out in most of the conversations. They just dont' relate to me since I have done my best to distance myself from them. Makes for an odd party.
So I listened a lot...what can you add when you have a roundtable of "How I got out of my DUI this time?" or "How drunk were you when you did that?" I went out and enjoyed the crickets and noises and horses and stuff'n'junk. I know at least one of my aunts suspects that I am not all that I appear to be, but she never forces the issue, instead indulges me in my love for nature (On 200 acres of grazing land, where can you go wrong?).
However, I did not have a completely fun time - I was excluded (but not without reason) from a lot of conversations, and even cousins, simply because I've kept my yap shut and away from them for a long time. And when I left, I felt bad for denying myself a good time.
That's when I made a Big Mistake.
We went to the party in two seperate cars...my father, sister and mother in one car, me in the truck (They left home for the party at 9AM,I left at 3:30PM). On our way home, we came across a MASSIVE accident piling up traffic on Texas 123. I pulled over and told them that I was headed the other direction on Texas 123 to take US 87 home. They said they were going to wait out the wreck. So I left...it was a good 50 miles to home via US 87.
I made a buncha side trips, visitng the downtown of one little town, taking a county road I'd remembered (I didn't have my Texas maps with me). And that's when I saw a guy on the side the road at the Bexar County line. I was feeling bad about the party, and generally feeling sorry for myself (it seems all I can do these days) that I passed the guy up even when he got out of his car and flagged me down. And contimued over the hill so tha tI couldn't see him flashing his brights at me.
I made it home about 2AM. Mom and Dad weren't home yet. So I called them to let me know I made it home. Turned out, that the guy who got out of his car to flag me down was Dad. And I just didn't care enough to pull over and help him. He had obviously passed me on one of my side trips. I got back in my truck, and drove the thirty miles back to the county line to get them. I felt like shit for passing them up...yeah, I didn't know that they needed help, but dad always taught me to help people on the road, especialyl a tnight. This time, I just passed him right up.
I could tell on the phone that he was upset (he repeated himself four times as to where EXACTLY he was, he was stuttering, and breathing right into the phone so thatI couldn't hear him). I knew I was going to get a "punishment." Now it's not anything like a spanking, or a grounding. It's one of those "No, it's okay, I'mnot mad at you, or anything...by the way, here's a HURCULEAN TASK YOU MUST PREFORM BEFORE A DEADLINE THAT WILL BE IMPOSSIBLE TO DO" types of things.
Now I'm sorry I missed him, and I'm STILL kicking myself in the ass for it, but what he asked me to do was INSANE. I offered to take him to the nearest gas station with gas tanks I had with me, to get some gas. "I'm not hearing any of that." What did he want me to do?
Push his car with my truck. (No problem) For TEN MILES (What?!) And not go 40 miles an hour (THE FUCK?!) We got to the gas station at 4AM, an hour and a half later, and strated home. I got home at 5AM...where my parents had gotten there ahead of me (when they took off after getting gas, they were going at least 80 on the freeway, to my 65). They locked me out of hte house for 15 minutes, where I got a "You disturbed us with your doorbell ringing" look. They couldn't have gottenthere much earlier than I did. They did it to "Teach me a lesson."
The moral of the story? Help people. Dn't just pass them up. Especially my dad because he'll get vindictive while denying it the whole time.
Sunday
nothing happened today, other than my mother signing my dad's card for me. IF she'd TOLD me there was a card, I woulda signed it. She prolly didn't want to take the chance that I woulda written my REAL name on the card.
Made good ramen, too. Mom refuses to buy the JApanese ramen, so I took some regular ramen, boiled it without the sauce packets, drained it and added 1/4 cup soy sauce, and 1 1/2 tablespoons of sugar and worctershiresireishirehsier sauce. Tasty, but strong.
