“So do you ever go out with your other girlfriend?”
“No. She’s clumsy.”
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I’d almost apologize to the good Doctor, but we’re writing our own dirty version of “Green Eggs and Ham” over here and it’s all kinds of awesome.
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Possibly related: HOLY FUCK. We are loving The Big Bang Theory. Why did it take us so long to find it and why isn’t it on Netflix?!?!?!
I can’t decide how I feel about the news I received tonight…
My uncle’s brother left a voice mail telling me Uncle John had died. He was young-ish.
My first reaction was that I didn’t care.
Seriously.
He wasn’t a part of my life, and he hadn’t been for such a long time, that it’s hard to feel anything. It’s sad, but it’s like when a stranger dies. “Oh, yeah. John. I heard he was a nice guy.”
Upon further reflection, I started to feel a little bad.
I mean, I’m not COMPLETELY cold hearted… he left two daughters, a wife, and a granddaughter, in addition to his mother, brother, and sister. (We’ll have to revisit the topic of Makayla Rose later. Seriously, Melanie, WTF?!?)
My relationship with him was really good. Honestly, my aunt was the one that fucked things up between us but I never held anything against him or the girls. I have these great memories of him dressing up as Santa at my grandparents’ house… and some others that I’m not sharing with the interwebs.
I got the call today… a little earlier and I would have been able to make the trip to CT for the funeral. I wouldn’t have been welcome there, but that was a risk I would have taken. For him. NOT for them.
I did suck it up and messaged my aunt on Facebook. It’s as close to her as I want to get. I didn’t message either of the girls. I’m not quite sure what to say to them—“Hey, guys, sorry your dad croaked. LOL Remember when your mom told me she was glad MY father was dead? Yeah. Good times. Skype me, bby. <3”—I know what they’re going through, but I can’t be there for them. I don’t want to be there for them. Not any more. (See imaginary conversation.)
So, I thought by writing this, I’d figure out how I felt about all this… I’m still kind of eh about the whole thing.
It’s sad he died, but in these last 10-ish years, he’d been a stranger to me. It’s hard to feel anything…
And that’s all there is to it.
