Zen,
what if you said a version of that to your family? What then?
Mal: You want to tell me how come there's a statue of you here looking at me like I owe him something? Jayne: Wishing I could, Captain.
'Jaynestown'
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le nubian - Mar 29, 2013 4:46:55 pm PDT #28100 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
DavidS - Mar 29, 2013 4:53:11 pm PDT #28101 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Like, the time between saying they are leaving an event and the time they get to the door can be 45 minutes.
This is when I RUDELY grab people by the ear and pull them away. I ain't got time for that shit.
Zenkitty - Mar 29, 2013 5:19:22 pm PDT #28102 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
what if you said a version of that to your family? What then?
Oh, ha, no. Best case, everyone would blame someone else, two people would cry, and one person would dramatically down the rest of her drink, tell us all to fuck off, and speed away dramatically in her sports car. To fix the dysfunction, they'd have to stop being dysfunctional.
Zenkitty - Mar 29, 2013 5:26:57 pm PDT #28103 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Not that I'm the poster child for emotional health myself, you know, and not that they're bad people; they're all generous and kind and funny when they're not being nutjobs.
Burrell - Mar 29, 2013 5:28:56 pm PDT #28104 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who has to deal with dilly-dallying family members.
Pix - Mar 29, 2013 5:39:10 pm PDT #28105 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I am the dilly-dallying member of the family. Well, my mom is worse. But it just seems to happen.
Steph L. - Mar 29, 2013 5:49:41 pm PDT #28106 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I routinely lie to Tim if we have a time that can't budge (like a friend's birthday shindig at the go-kart place, where she had it reserved for a specific time block -- WAY different than going to Tim's family for a holiday dinner). That way when we are inevitably running "late," he asks why I'm not freaking out, and then I confess that I told him a fake time.
We're routinely late for "regular" things (dinners, movies, whatnot), because Tim is a time agnostic. Sometimes I drive separately to things, and other times I just grit my teeth and deal.
For YEARS we had to tell my grandmother that family things had a start time of an hour earlier than they really were (and she would still be at least 45 minutes late).
brenda m - Mar 29, 2013 5:53:22 pm PDT #28107 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I did that for my graduation dinner, made the res for nine but told everyone 8:30. We made it on time, just.
Steph L. - Mar 29, 2013 5:59:49 pm PDT #28108 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
My mom used to be bad about that (she believed if a wedding invitation said "ceremony at 5:00," it was totally fine to be pulling into the church parking lot at 5:05. Got to love walking in *after* the bride.
I think my extremely anal stepdad cured her of that.
Zenkitty - Mar 29, 2013 6:02:29 pm PDT #28109 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I used to be really bad about time slipping away unnoticed. I was always either late or rushing frantically to be sort-of on time. Now I often arrive fifteen minutes early because I overcompensate. But that comes with fretting for HOURS before leaving about making sure I don't flake out and forget what time it is.
I'm not adopted, is what I'm saying.