Disschevled

Interesting weekend,

I did a ton of family stuff, I have a favorite cousin... a favorite yogi cousin. Who has some difficulties, but so curious... and interesting... and fun to talk to.

I hate the family stuff, but there are some moments, I don't mind sitting and talking to most my family... My dad is awful... He is only interested in himself, and never either helps any conversation, or with any project... With the exception of getting in the way.
It is interesting, something I learned, that my mothers family love to get together and talk/fight about things.. and enjoy each other's company.

Then communicating with my father is like, 3 hours of yelling. I say he is wrong, he get's his panties up his ass... doubldowns on his wrongness, then I have to act like a jackhammer on his head to get him to realize he is wrong... I told him once, WTF do you thing I would talk to you, if I wasn't trying to teach you something. As difficult as it is to communicate with you, Why would I go through all the misery if I didn't love my dad. But still it's the worst time in the world, because first he get's hurt, then he attacks you in a personal way, then you have to dismiss that and keep explaining 5 times the same thing, about how he is wrong.

It was interesting enough that when the weekend got to sunset, I realized the weekend was over and that it's time to work again next week...

But I feel Disschevled, It's weird sometimes I feel... Well not like "The mop" but like a dirty dishtowel....

I have about 30 appointments to keep between now and Christmas....

With all the crappy candy and other shit for the past week, I'm surprised I feel this well.....

I don't know where I'm going with this post... Just figured I'd share.