I Can't Get Behind That.

When my parents split they thought it would be in my sister and Is' best interest if we saw a shrink. He told me I was angry and I thought at the time that his conclusion of my state was fair. Plainly obvious, but fair nonetheless. 

I don't think I've ever gotten over being angry and I think today, I've finally wrapped my head around this state well enough to articulate it in a post.

I've come to realize that the law that I live my life by is courtesy. 

I treat people with decency, I smile and talk politely to people who randomly cross my path. I also tell people to shut the fuck up in movie theaters.

What it boils down to is simple respect for your fellow man. If you don't have the tact to think, "how are my basic actions going to effect the overall state of the people around me?", then I simply do not give you my time.

I've also come to realize that people's inability to do this, is the cause of my asinine amount of anger. This post is going to be a tribute to these moments.

Lets start with my parents' divorce. 

I'm mad at my father for thinking it was acceptable to sleep around on my mother without considering the fallout. I'm mad at him for thinking that it would have been easier to tell my mother that he was sleeping around when both my sister and I were away at school. Clearly, telling my mother about her spousal abandonment along with her newly afflicted financial difficulty, while her two children were across the country was the better option.

I'm mad at my mother for lacking the ability to deal with my father's abandonment. Maybe that's not fair, but six years later, I cannot hug my mum with any sort of affection. I do not feel sorry for her and I doubt that will ever change.

I am mad at every adult who overlooked my sister and I during the aftermath. 

I think being 19 is the worst age for your parents to separate. You're too old to gain the benefit of the, "I love you more game", and you're too young to completely understand the gravity that has suddenly fallen into your lap. People figure, "Hey, she's 19, she can take care of herself", but no, that's not accurate at all. 

I was a child.

1/3 of the Dynamic, Dynamic came to Canada recently... What a waste.

I met Thom over the internet. I treated him poorly, I won't deny that, but I also apologized.  I get his dislike for me and I also respect it. What I don't get is why he continues to secretly stalk me through my blog, only to drop insulting comments about my current life status. 

When you kick someone out of your life, you don't get the novelty of showing up whenever you see fit. Goodbye is goodbye, now get the fuck off the sidelines. 

But anyway, this isn't about Thom, that was just something I've found annoying for awhile.

Rob came to Canada about 3 weeks ago for his semi-girlfriend who lives in Hamilton (I say semi as she is clearly fucking other people while he's off in England. I highly doubt he's doing the same). 

I had the pleasure of meeting him, parading around Toronto during one of it's major art festivals and sitting down for food and conversations. He was pleasant enough.

I eventually offered my assistance in getting him to Niagara Falls so he could witness one of the greatest wonders in the universe (I think I need to make it clear for people that do not know me that I worked in Niagara Falls for two years of my life. Seeing the falls or being in Niagara falls is not an exceptional experience for me anymore). Anyway, he happily accepted the invitation, saying that, 'Niagara Falls was one of the things he thought he wouldn't have the time see.' When we got there, his sole comment was: "I'm underwhelmed." I asked him if he wanted to walk for a bit and while speaking with my boyfriend I casually overheard him say to his girlfriend, "I don't really give a crap 'bout this, but these two seem to be enjoying it, so whatever."

Yes. Whatever. I just wasted an entire evening my life so that you could tag along with my boyfriend and I to a sight that we have witnessed hundreds of time. THANK YOU sir for your courteous commentary.

But there was another reason for our trip.

We wanted to romp around the numerous haunted houses the falls offers. Rob said he thought it would be fun, but upon arriving he randomly decided that it was something he didn't want to do. Instead Rob and his girlfriend sat in Wendy's and ate what I'm sure was non-vegetarian bacon bits while Bryce and I tiptoed through Dracula's Castle. 

Bryce thinks that I'm over reacting and that he seemed like a decent guy. I say that anyone who sticks their nose in the air at the type of books I read because their not ones that would adorn their bookshelves needs to grow the fuck up and get the fuck over themselves.

Also for anyone who thinks that its OK to eat 1/2 a pack of gum after your friend offers you a piece, you are WRONG. 

I think today I am going to end my anger here. 

Perhaps later I will comment on how my road rage is directly related to the issue of courtesy along with how it is not acceptable to show up at someone's house after receiving a, "No, it is not a good day for you to come here, I am really busy." Maybe even a short response to my current work situation. 

Clearly, my life is full of rage. Oh blog readers, you are in for such a treat.