7/25/00 - 7:53 pm
Um, okay, have you ever wandered around for a while thinking that there's something really wrong with you. That you're having PMS for the first time (if you're of the female persuasion) or that you're just plain mad? I've never really been a routinely angry person, I get miffed, pissed, irked and all the other variations, but for a reason.
Well, now I've started to feel angry all the time, like actually ready to rip someone's frickin' head off. I'm thinking that this is no good. Bad for my karma, bad for my mental health, bad for those poor decapitated folks. So, lately I've been making a concerted effort to be relaxed, laissez-faireif you will.
But, dammit! It just ain't workin'!
It's as if the world is just trying to piss me off. My most recent annoyance is the way my parents seem to have completely lost their minds. Granted, the last time I was around them for more than a week or two was 4 years ago, but . . . I haven't really been home for a summer since freshman year, so I prepared myself for a little shock, but it's gotten to be too much.
At this very moment I can hear my father complaining about the way I load the dishwasher. Okay, that's permisable, but he doesn't seem to think that I have any hearing capabilities. He often holds conversations about me when I'm in obvious earshot. But that's also something I can deal with. The new insanity is both annoying and a little scary, my parents are losing their memories. I mention something significant from the past month, week, even day, and they have no idea what I'm talking about. They even tell me that I must be thinking of someone else, right, all those other that live in the house with us.
Now I am unable to tell a simple story or anecdote without them being utterly confused. Tonight we were discussing the problems of annoying dinner patrons
Me: "There's a similar situation in a movie called Big Night. An Italian chef gets incredibly angry at some Americans who want spaghetti with every dish. They don't understand that all Italians don't serve spaghetti with Risotto."
D: "So, it's a cultural difference . . ."
Me: "Well, they were just used to being served differently by American-Italian restaurants."
D: "What was this? Some kind of book you read?"
What?!?!?!?
I just said it was a movie, I just said that. I prefaced my entire comment that it was a movie. I have also discussed this movie with you before. But no, you have no idea what I'm talking about.
It's as if they have completely stopped listening to me. I can say the simplest thing and my father will have no idea what/who/where I'm talking about. Within the past few weeks I cannot make a comment without some part of it being instantly forgotten. Have they gotten senile? Have I become incredibly boring? Help! It's making me crazy.
'Course, I know that I'm being petty and probably less than interesting, but . . . c'mon folks, show some effort, pretend you're interested in what I have to say.
