Random Stupidity

This is a funny blog entry by someone who comments here occasionally. Check it out. Dive sticks in a kiddie pool: For the person who doesn't like to get his/her face wet when he/she dives, but doesn't mind the threat of impaling his/her rectum with one. Seriously. Go read it. I'll be here when you get back. You'll need the comic relief today.

I had a pretty good weekend. It was really good until yesterday afternoon when I made the mistake of calling my mother. You know what I hate? The list is pretty long right now, so I'll try to summarize. I hate the whole 'feeling guilty for not feeling guilty' thing. What's that all about? I don't feel guilty for not going to visit my parents or not calling them. I feel guilty for not feeling guilty about it. That's so stupid. They don't ever call me, right? And they show very little interest in talking to me when I do call them. Yesterday I broke down and called home because I'm pretty sure I'm being demonized for not ever calling. It had been a few weeks since I talked to them. Anyway, within the first few minutes of being on the phone, my mom got another call. She saw who it was on the caller ID and said, "Oh, this is such and such from the church. Let me click over and see what she wants." Minutes later, I'm still on hold so I said, "screw this" and hung up. A few minutes later she called back and talked about how the little old ladies at church just want to call and gossip and how she can't stand it. Well, she apparently was more into that than talking to her freakin' daughter. She could have at least clicked back over to tell me she would call back or something.

That's just par for the course though. I expect crap like that. I expect her to bitch about how horrible her life is the whole time I'm on the phone with her and not really care what's going on in my life. I don't necessarily expect her to 'joke' about murder-suicide when I'm on the phone with her, but I guess I will now. I'm so pissed. Really. It's one thing to have emotional issues/depression. It's a totally different thing to have those issues and refuse to get any help for them because you want to be the center of attention. It's another totally different thing to joke about wiping about like 50% of my family in one fell swoop. Would it be too much to ask for her to at least pretend that her children are worth living for? I'm so tired of this. My kingdom for a effin normal family.