The Best
You know what? I have the best family in the world.
I mean, they’re always telling me to come home and visit, and though they’re not there or too busy to stop their lives for me when I do get to, they always extend the invitation. And when they are looking for each other they don’t even say “hi”, they just and ask and hang up, but they did remember me. Oh, and incomplete misdirected text messages are always nice. You know, the ones that inform u of what happened after the alarm is over. … They think of me so much, they don’t email, call, text, OR write me for weeks at a time, despite my emails, texts, and prayers. I guess they just KNOW how I am all the time so they don’t even need to check. In fact, the last time they visited me was to wait for students to finish a shoot, but I was injured, so it was nice… And they brought food. I mean, that’s nice, right?
Family… What an amazing blood connection to have with otherwise strangers with familiar faces. I mean, I’m so lucky to have 5 a couple cities away. think of the millions who haven’t the luckiness I have. … Wow.
They never want to visit, they never make the effort… You’d think I didn’t even exist to them when I’m any more than 5 feet away. Even then, one still sees through me. I can just imagine the concentration it takes for such a feat to be done. I mean, to be so cold, it must take utter skill. Well, no surprise, she’s been doing it for years. Isn’t she amazing? Truly an exceptional robot of abilities.
And the other, well, let’s face it, being the most ahead in the favors of the family sure does things to you. Not only have you the power to control others, but work the rest of the world to your desire. Terrifying and self centered, but only when I am around, of course. With the biggest event of the family’s life just around the corner, it’s hard not to think that the world is all about you. It’s perfectly understandable. I mean, at least she still texts me as an afterthought and doesn’t reply umtil she’s good and ready… Or so I tell myself.
And where do I fit in?, you ask? Well, right now I don’t. I’m the family screw up that everyone believes will fail. I’m the one everyone thinks is spoiled and undeserving of my current education. I stand alone because I am alone. Utterly alone. But this isolation must be well deserved. I mean, it’s not like they would purposefully treat me like this and make me feel this way. Right?
How lucky am I to have the BEST family in the world? That during the most hellish and suicidal two weeks of my life, they would keep their heads turned away, hands clean and not bother with me. … How damn lucky am I?
