"Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing."-Oscar Wilde
Sorry, I saw that quote this morning and I fell in love with it. It strikes a chord in my soul (fine, that may sound lame-but it is true). I know, I know, I promised this last week, but shit happens. I wanted a normal week, to see what it was like to just go to work like a normal schmuck and go home. I got tired.
Anyways, the quote above seems to fit into this topic-the family, or in my case, my family. First and foremost, we need to agree that our friends, true blue, are the family that we choose. This isn't about my friends, but my note on friends is this-I need some folks out there to quit telling me we're such good friends when I don't know shit about you. Just because I'm nice and polite don't mean we're friends, mmmmkay?
This is about my family, hell, it could be about your family. How they ebb and flow in our world. If you live near your family, it's probably more of a day to day thing. Since I live 2,000 miles away, it's a little different. I find info over the phone or via email-I love my family but they aren't exactly the 'twittering type' and occasionally use facebook. Most would never see this blog, not because I wouldn't show them, but because they'd freak out if they knew someone in their family despises all the backwards ass bullshit and secretive crap and would put it out there on Front Street.
I just wanted to take some time to note that while I love my family, I admit that I don't always like them. Sometimes I have no idea why they like me. And then it dawns on me-it's because I'm honest and refuse to put the filter on. But much like that family, the family that I allow to read my rantings and ravings here get that same treatment-no filter.
As far as my immediate family goes, I think my brother needs help. Not financial help. But the kind of help that one needs to hit rock bottom and admit to themselves that they need help. I can't do it. He's getting kicked out of his apartment, has no money, and if I were ever to share with you how much he stole from our Ma Dukes you'd throw up. I won't give him any money, he's already disrespected the process of how I perceive family should treat each other.
I'm trying to convince Ma to move to Denver. I think she'd have a blast. But my reasons are all selfish. I want to be able to take care of her, and I want her away from my brother. He only has her best interest when there is something in it for him. I've put the wheels in motion, I just hope Ma looks at Colorado as a new beginning. I know she's scared-her whole life is in New Hampshire and Massachusetts. And she hates her job, and all the crap that goes along with it. My advice was to take a look at a bunch of websites for jobs, flights, apartments and a lot of other things about Denver and Colorado, to make this decision not out of anger or desperation, but because she wants to. Nothing is permanent-she may hate it here. I doubt it. But why not try it? I've been here 14 years, I love it. Granted, up until a year ago I definitely thought of moving back, but a lot of things didn't pan out. So be it. She knows she can't pack up memories, but I know in my heart my Ma would be happier out here in the Rockies than where she is.
As for my brother, if he were to ask if he can come, too, the answer would be 'Hell NO!' He needs to get his act together. He can go screw around in the other 47 continental United States. Leave me alone. I'm happy. First time in a long time. And I'm usually happy when I talk to him, but I worry he's going to do something super stupid, and I refuse to cover up any more of his mistakes. We shall see....
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