Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Where Do We Go From Here?

That's a tough question to answer. I'm never entirely sure. I think of paths to take, posts to post, but I am stymied. I honestly don't care anymore if you're here, although I'll admit to feeling a flush of pride that my sister still has this little slice of pie as her home page. That Daughter discovered it when she logged on whilst visiting said sister? Well, I've never hidden this from the kids. They know I do this, 'tho they probably don't know what "this" is.

I honestly don't know what this is, either. I'll even confess to not knowing what this ever was. Me. Here. Now. But maybe not tomorrow.

I do miss the ordinary task of saying something every single solitary day. Now? I think I just spill it all over anyone whose path I happen to cross during the course of the day.

What brings me here now? I just had a Facebook encounter with my oldest brother's wife. We're not friends, either IRL or URL, but she is FB friends with my sister. She posted something about my mother having written my brother a "hate-filled" letter. Any trace of that conversation has since been deleted by said sister-in-law.

After pointing out that ANYONE could see her post, the SIL deleted her comments. And then I tweeted about what a stupid SIL I have. Go figure, she took offense.

And I responded and then I blocked her because, really, what more is there to say about the woman married to my brother? Oh, lots, but what's the point? Because, frankly, I don't care about either of them. He wrote his family off long ago when he went down the path to Jehovah.

[The fact that I can write that without side-splitting laughter is a testament to my own beliefs.]

So, yeah, fuck it. Whatever.

Knowing that I have the rest of eternity to not have to deal with them? Bliss. The chances that they'll actually show up to any gathering I'm at in the future are near about nil.


So maybe bliss is what this is about. Bliss. I'll settle for that. That, and a record of how I feel from time to time, be it day-to-day or when the mood strikes.


S said...

Hah! Life's too short to fake it. I applaud you.

Anonymous said...

I wish you'd go back to blogging every day - I LOVE your writing! xoxo Ginny


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