I fail at adulthood.
sj, I'd like you to meet JZ, who not only has a complete set of keys in her purse, but has extras in: her backup purse, her desk drawer at work, the keyring at home, the glove compartment of the car, and her mother's purse. I've long since given up on thinking I will ever be someone who doesn't lose her keys, and have moved on to compensating by littering the landscape with extras. Trust me, one lousy misplaced wallet barely puts you in the adult failure ballpark--and a single-A park, at that. You'll never make the majors if you go around finding your lost things completely unharmed!
Loves that JZ uses baseball analogies.
Still Monday here. Bleh.
JZ, I am just beating myself up because I should have checked back at the dentist first. I've given up on the idea that I will ever stop losing things, and my mom also has back up keys for me!
Goodbye, Monday. You were rubbish. I'm off to sleep until Tuesday i.e. going to bed.
Ah, geez. Major family meltdown. One thing that was good about living in a different state, when my familial shit hit the fan, I could remain somewhat distant from it. My nieces have been at each other's throats for a few years now, and they've both just declared, with much screaming and hurling of foul names, that they hate each other and never want to see each other ever again. They're not twelve; they're 22 and 26. My sister and I are at a loss; we don't even know where all this rancor came from. S. is adamant that she hates her sister and is done with her, and K. is saying hateful things I can't believe she'd ever say about her own sister. S. has always been the quietest, most accomodating, least confrontational person you ever met, and K. has always been abrasive and self-centered and prone to tantrums; we thought this was just another drama-fest, but it's clearly more serious; there has to have been something that set this off, and we don't know what, and we don't know what to do. It's to the point that I don't even want to talk to K. anymore; I can't listen to her call her little sister a whore. And S. won't talk anymore at all. (S. *may* be dating a guy who was married when they met, but S. denies it, and there is nothing but rumor about it anyway. K. herself spent almost a year swooning after a married guy with a new baby, and apparently cannot see that she did the same thing she's now accusing her sister of.) K. is being irrationally furious; I'd be scared she was doing drugs if I didn't know that she hates them. Apparently the bad feelings have been going on for a while, and S. seems to just be done with it; she quit talking about it before she even got around to talking to me. All this came out of the blue at me last night, and I don't handle this kind of thing well. I don't know what to do.
Don't do anything. Tell them you don't want to hear anything. They have a problem they can be grown ups - if they can't talk it out, they should not involve any other members of the family.
I might be a bit harsh, but you should not have to deal with stupid shit
Yeah, I would tell each of them when they start bringing the subject up that it is between them and it is something they need to settle between themselves. And be prepared to repeat it over and over until it sinks in.
Aims you're not weak or stupid or horrible and you can do this.
Zenkitty, what a nasty situation. I agree to try to say as uninvolved as possible.
Home. We both have milkshakes and I have a hamburger. I should have gotten 3. So hungry.
ION: Finally caved to friends' pressure and put up a profile on an online dating site. We shall see. It's a site "by geeks, for geeks". Will advise of further developments.
Zen, I agree with the wisdom that has come before me - do your damnedest to stay out of it. Not your fight. Unless you're longing to mediate, rise above (or duck, whichever works).
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