I find myself already sick if the US. I find that if I spend more than two weeks in one location, I want to start randomly smacking people. I have also quite smoking. Along with the annoying practice of US bars closing around 2am...which is far too early for the normal professional drunk like myself...I am ready to move on.
On the docket...its either UAE or India. I honestly prefer India. At least there...you know you are alive. The UAE has no fucking soul. Incredibly boring and nothing but new money.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Home Again...
I'm back in the states and already I am realizing why I work a job that has me traveling about 10 months out of the year...my family.
I come from a brood that is for lack of a better term; hyper-dysfunctional. Any assholes can pump out a bunch of kids and fuck them up. It takes a lot of brutal, repress anger to have four kids, and stick together even though both parents hate the sight of each other. At one point, out of four kids, one of us as on the other side of the international date, two were in separate times zones, and while my dumb ass was in the same time zone as the parents, I was at least three states away. We did this for our sanity.
But oddly enough, for the most part, my siblings have moved back towards my parents. Its inexplicable, but then again, I never thought two people could be married for 30 years and never say more than two words to each other every twelve months.
So I find myself, in a crowded house, with a level of tension just below the surface that was suffocating. It was just like being in high school, expect my father's hoarding seems to be not as debilitating as when I was a kid. Only about 40% of the house was filled with shit.
The younger brother is still a useless drunk pothead living in my parents basement (after spending about 5 years on his own, he moved back in and started living the dream). The older one, to the chagrin of his wife, is still a massive mother's boy who has to call mom whenever he so much as takes a shit. The only one not there was my sister, who honestly is the sickest of the bunch.
My sister basically claims she is fully independent, while completely depending on my parents to constantly bail her out. The younger brother is just as dependent, but at least he doesn't act like my parents are the worst people in the world. I mean they are terrible people...but not evil people. There is a difference.
More annoyingly, my sister spent a few years going to college in California, meaning she is "self aware". What that means is that she will gladly spend my parents money to shop around for a shrink that will tell her exactly what she wants to hear. To be clear, I fully believe in therapy and shrinks. I went through a very rough patch in the military. I saw a lot of heavy shit, realized why I was drinking, and made so really difficult behavioral changes to correct my problems. With my sister, she she basically gets told what she wants to hear and tries to use that to justify her shitty behavior to everyone else.
For example, my sister had a job interview in another state. So my folks drove about three states over to watch her dog in her apartment. Now my parents, being fucking insane, have dogs of their own that they take everywhere. Since my sister has gotten back, all I have heard from her is rambling voice messages about our mother's dog shitting on my sister's bathroom floor rug.
This occurred over two months ago. When I called up family to check up with them while I was in Aussie Land...this was what my sister talked...actually more shouted at me about over a phone call that I was paying an obscene amount of money for.
She tells me her therapist says her feelings and actions are justified. I think her therapist would tell me I was a pretty girl if I paid him/her enough.
So the entire 48 hours or so I was home, my mother was crying about the umpteenth time my sister screamed at her over the phone she was a terrible mother, my dad asked me like usual to call my sister up and try to pacify things between her and mom, my older brother basically repeated the same as dad, and my younger brother tried to convince me that Ron Paul is still a viable presidential candidate.
Man I really hope I get sent to India at the end of the month.
I come from a brood that is for lack of a better term; hyper-dysfunctional. Any assholes can pump out a bunch of kids and fuck them up. It takes a lot of brutal, repress anger to have four kids, and stick together even though both parents hate the sight of each other. At one point, out of four kids, one of us as on the other side of the international date, two were in separate times zones, and while my dumb ass was in the same time zone as the parents, I was at least three states away. We did this for our sanity.
But oddly enough, for the most part, my siblings have moved back towards my parents. Its inexplicable, but then again, I never thought two people could be married for 30 years and never say more than two words to each other every twelve months.
So I find myself, in a crowded house, with a level of tension just below the surface that was suffocating. It was just like being in high school, expect my father's hoarding seems to be not as debilitating as when I was a kid. Only about 40% of the house was filled with shit.
The younger brother is still a useless drunk pothead living in my parents basement (after spending about 5 years on his own, he moved back in and started living the dream). The older one, to the chagrin of his wife, is still a massive mother's boy who has to call mom whenever he so much as takes a shit. The only one not there was my sister, who honestly is the sickest of the bunch.
My sister basically claims she is fully independent, while completely depending on my parents to constantly bail her out. The younger brother is just as dependent, but at least he doesn't act like my parents are the worst people in the world. I mean they are terrible people...but not evil people. There is a difference.
More annoyingly, my sister spent a few years going to college in California, meaning she is "self aware". What that means is that she will gladly spend my parents money to shop around for a shrink that will tell her exactly what she wants to hear. To be clear, I fully believe in therapy and shrinks. I went through a very rough patch in the military. I saw a lot of heavy shit, realized why I was drinking, and made so really difficult behavioral changes to correct my problems. With my sister, she she basically gets told what she wants to hear and tries to use that to justify her shitty behavior to everyone else.
For example, my sister had a job interview in another state. So my folks drove about three states over to watch her dog in her apartment. Now my parents, being fucking insane, have dogs of their own that they take everywhere. Since my sister has gotten back, all I have heard from her is rambling voice messages about our mother's dog shitting on my sister's bathroom floor rug.
This occurred over two months ago. When I called up family to check up with them while I was in Aussie Land...this was what my sister talked...actually more shouted at me about over a phone call that I was paying an obscene amount of money for.
She tells me her therapist says her feelings and actions are justified. I think her therapist would tell me I was a pretty girl if I paid him/her enough.
So the entire 48 hours or so I was home, my mother was crying about the umpteenth time my sister screamed at her over the phone she was a terrible mother, my dad asked me like usual to call my sister up and try to pacify things between her and mom, my older brother basically repeated the same as dad, and my younger brother tried to convince me that Ron Paul is still a viable presidential candidate.
Man I really hope I get sent to India at the end of the month.
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