I don’t even bother with my dad’s
side of the family. They are all crazier than bed bugs. My dad included in that
(although I love him dearly). I don’t like visiting any of them. Ever. For the
past two years, the only time I have had to visit them is when there is a death
in the family. Last year it was my dad’s mom, and this year it was my dad’s
uncle (his mom’s brother). I hate funerals. The really sad thing is though, I
have trained myself to just isolate myself from other people’s feelings so at
funerals, I don’t even cry anymore. I just stare blankly ahead and I think to
myself when it is going to be over. I also like to people watch. I mean there
are all these people there and I know that not all of them could have been
close to the deceased, so I think they are just there to either start drama or
get some free food and sweet tea. Mostly the latter. Even when people cry at funerals, I wonder
what they think that will accomplish. I know that they are incredibly sad
because someone they love has died, but crying about it isn’t going to bring
them back. I am sure they are looking down (or up, depending on what their
final destination was) and are sad because their loved ones are crying. Maybe
that’s just me being the horrible person that I am but I’m sure it would be
different when I experience the loss of someone close to me.
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