Lucifer_Carroll
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Warning: personal and a bit depressing
Came back from a long trip to my grandfather's house. He's held on a while, but he's about ready to go. He didn't recognize me until the last day and he kept on thinking that he was back in World War 2 and that we were all army buddies of his. As a veteran in this use-em-and-discard-em country, he gets shit from the government, but we make do to help him out.
He's a bit of my hero in many respects. He got fucked out of a college education because his parents could only afford to send his older siblings. He got fucked in the war in the forgotten Pacific Front. And he loved my grandma for years after her death and never remarried, thus showing me what strong eternal devotion was. And when he could still recognize me, he used to be my strongest supporter and was the one who first started my college fund (small as it was). He was also my first writing critic and gave me my first Bradbury novel when I was in elementary school (Farenheit 451).
Anyway, coming back on the plane, I've been feeling a bit on the edge. Especially coming back and seeing the politico threads all abuzzing with chaotic partisanship. I've been a bit nihilistic on those and probably will get more that way as the debates get fiercer and the idiots remain idiots (and in the majority).
Anyway, I've been sucking it up with a series of metal discs on 11 and a few hours of primal screaming. Damn, it sucks to see the ones you love fade away and realize there is nothing you can do for them.
Anyway, sorry to all depress the whole poor forum with my whining pity story, but eh...it hasn't been a good weekend.
P.S. Additional apologies to anyone I offend or depress on the other forums.
Came back from a long trip to my grandfather's house. He's held on a while, but he's about ready to go. He didn't recognize me until the last day and he kept on thinking that he was back in World War 2 and that we were all army buddies of his. As a veteran in this use-em-and-discard-em country, he gets shit from the government, but we make do to help him out.
He's a bit of my hero in many respects. He got fucked out of a college education because his parents could only afford to send his older siblings. He got fucked in the war in the forgotten Pacific Front. And he loved my grandma for years after her death and never remarried, thus showing me what strong eternal devotion was. And when he could still recognize me, he used to be my strongest supporter and was the one who first started my college fund (small as it was). He was also my first writing critic and gave me my first Bradbury novel when I was in elementary school (Farenheit 451).
Anyway, coming back on the plane, I've been feeling a bit on the edge. Especially coming back and seeing the politico threads all abuzzing with chaotic partisanship. I've been a bit nihilistic on those and probably will get more that way as the debates get fiercer and the idiots remain idiots (and in the majority).
Anyway, I've been sucking it up with a series of metal discs on 11 and a few hours of primal screaming. Damn, it sucks to see the ones you love fade away and realize there is nothing you can do for them.
Anyway, sorry to all depress the whole poor forum with my whining pity story, but eh...it hasn't been a good weekend.
P.S. Additional apologies to anyone I offend or depress on the other forums.