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I hate that question. I really do. I hate it because I'm honest to the point of misery. It's probably my depression talking, but anyway, I'd give a breakdown as to my status in physical, mental, financial, and spiritual categories and sub-folders, down to the center cell of a mole that I'd like to get rid of someday.
I want to be accurate, else I'd feel like I'm telling a lie of omission.
So just to be honest, I am feeling miserable. I feel like my immediate family doesn't love me or at the very least appreciates me or my efforts, or if showing any of the sort, it's merely token in nature.
It's been this way for years, and I expect that trend will continue for the foreseeable future, probably until I die.
My only respite is by visiting extended relatives for a pleasant function or spending time with longtime and beloved friends, who, once in a while, make the mistake of asking me how I am for which I will forgive them, for they are family and beloved friends. Everybody makes mistakes.
I just wish that instead I would be greeted with a 'Hello!' or 'Glad to see you!' instead of an inquiry. I think I now know how the Vorlons of Babylon 5 felt in this regard. Hmm.
I want to be accurate, else I'd feel like I'm telling a lie of omission.
So just to be honest, I am feeling miserable. I feel like my immediate family doesn't love me or at the very least appreciates me or my efforts, or if showing any of the sort, it's merely token in nature.
It's been this way for years, and I expect that trend will continue for the foreseeable future, probably until I die.
My only respite is by visiting extended relatives for a pleasant function or spending time with longtime and beloved friends, who, once in a while, make the mistake of asking me how I am for which I will forgive them, for they are family and beloved friends. Everybody makes mistakes.
I just wish that instead I would be greeted with a 'Hello!' or 'Glad to see you!' instead of an inquiry. I think I now know how the Vorlons of Babylon 5 felt in this regard. Hmm.
The Eclipsalypse
Starting off, I didn't like things. Mainy because my father invited himself along, but eh, I'll do what I can.
The trip to the motel that I was staying at for the event was nice, had a lovely mini-pool for soaking and relaxing, but alas, my schedule was too darn busy by the time we got there for me to make use of it. It really did look good.
But moving on, after a bit of a hiccup in getting our rooms situated, it turns out that no, my father did not in fact get his own room, he was staying in mine. By the way, it only had one bed in it. That meant that we'd have to share the bed.
But there wasn't any time for that, because we had to ge
Impending Eclipse
You may have heard about some sort of thing happening in a few days.
The Eclipse of 2017.
I've been on again/off again anticipating it over the years since I've started teaching astronomy. I've since agreed to help out with a collegue of mine (they've since retired last year) with a star party the night before, and then the actual eclipse day the next morning.
My father wanted to 'invite himself' along, and while hesitant, I agreed, as long as he went ahead and made efforts to reserve a room for it. I've provided the various links to him so that he could go set it up at his leisure. The thing is that I never heard back from him on this.
Crossroads
I looked at the settings that my last journal entry and saw it fitting for this one, so eh, why not keep it?
I must say that I'm feeling very miserable, but that's not new.
I'm avoiding friends, avoiding family as much as possible, avoiding responsibilities of work as much as possible (I still have papers and labs to grade for this round of idiots, it's the 'class from hell' back in winter of '13 all over again. Long-time friends of mine expressed a desire to throw me a party today, and I went along with it if it makes them happy. Personally, I'd rather just be left along, cuddled up with a dementor from the Hairy Potter universe, in the
It's No Big Deal!
This past Saturday my family was invited to a cousin of mine's (second cousin I think, literally 'dozens of cousins') 60th birthday party that extended a tad long and we along with an uncle and aunt (married) had a midnight meal at a local, 24-hour restaurant and chatted for hours. The conversation eventually turned to various traits, and it was said that I was 'high-strung' and 'worrisome' like my mother, hence my similar blood-pressure levels.
I'm sorry, what was that?
I'm high strung? Over what? Not wanting to be constantly trodding upon cat litter, both 'fresh' and used, along with cat-poo, cat-vomit, both dried and desiccated, cover
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Admittedly, many of those asking that question ask it with sincere interest and affectionate concern... But, point taken. You linger in the thoughts and prayers of so many, for so many good reasons...