Funeral Unknown
I'm not sure which scares me most: the fact that I'm not upset with the fact that 90% of my friends ditch me after making plans to do something, or the fact that I've come to accept the fact. But are quite scary, but it hit me today when my cousin told me he has the planning and time management abilities that seem prevelent in our family, in our generation. But even Ally and I can time manage if we're planning to leave the state. Not that I'm bitter. Because I'm not. I love you, cuz. You know I just kid.
But, seriously.
In the past month, I think I've been left alone a minimum of 6 times, and because of this, I had to call rainchecks on 3 or four friends (out of which I've managed to see one). I've come to the conclusion that either I don't matter enough to my "friends," and I need to get new ones, or there's a new RPG out that I've obviously missed called "Make Meg M. More Cynical!" How exciting! Of course, I can't do much with family. So, meh.
Also, I'd like to touch on the funeral portion of this post. I'm not looking to seek pity, mainly because I'm too lazy to give any to whoever might read this, but a lifelong friend of mine passed on the other day, March 22. I'm still a bit torn up since I found out tonight after dinner. I've known this friend my whole life, since I was 2, and she's always been there. My beloved calico cat, Stinky (don't laugh at the name), couldn't even make it to the woods to pass on. It was cold that day, and she crawled under my mom's car where it was warm and died. My parents weren't going to tell me. My mom did, and compared it to the fork thefts that have been occuring around the house as of late. To make a point, supposedly. I'm still lost on how you can compare the death of a family member to flatware, but I'll cope. Then, I asked my dad why he didn't tell me earlier tonight, when I was talking about Stink. He had the audacity to tell me he burried her, and where. I'll go visit tomorrow. Then he told my mom and I, "The thing that got me the most, was that she had her eyes open." As if the fact that the cat that slept on my chest this past Saturday while I was ill and sleep-deprived passed away under a car and no one told me, lets add the fact that she went down with her boots on, for lack of better terminology. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. This is the cat I've been making jokes about her dying for three or four years now. She's lived outside, declawed, and the alpha cat for 16 years. She's been with me since I was 2, gave me a bacterial infection known as "cat scratch fever," ran away one of my kittens, and always had a knack of cheering me up when I was down. My mom wants to try to domesticate my black cat, Choco, but I don't think I can handle it right now and neither can he. He's been with her since she was a kitten, and I'm the only one he'll come to. Being with other humans might set him off. I care more about my cats and animals than I care about most people, mind you. But I'm taking the death of Stinky pretty hard, even for me. So, rest in peace, my friend. I hope it's warmer where you are.
But, seriously.
In the past month, I think I've been left alone a minimum of 6 times, and because of this, I had to call rainchecks on 3 or four friends (out of which I've managed to see one). I've come to the conclusion that either I don't matter enough to my "friends," and I need to get new ones, or there's a new RPG out that I've obviously missed called "Make Meg M. More Cynical!" How exciting! Of course, I can't do much with family. So, meh.
Also, I'd like to touch on the funeral portion of this post. I'm not looking to seek pity, mainly because I'm too lazy to give any to whoever might read this, but a lifelong friend of mine passed on the other day, March 22. I'm still a bit torn up since I found out tonight after dinner. I've known this friend my whole life, since I was 2, and she's always been there. My beloved calico cat, Stinky (don't laugh at the name), couldn't even make it to the woods to pass on. It was cold that day, and she crawled under my mom's car where it was warm and died. My parents weren't going to tell me. My mom did, and compared it to the fork thefts that have been occuring around the house as of late. To make a point, supposedly. I'm still lost on how you can compare the death of a family member to flatware, but I'll cope. Then, I asked my dad why he didn't tell me earlier tonight, when I was talking about Stink. He had the audacity to tell me he burried her, and where. I'll go visit tomorrow. Then he told my mom and I, "The thing that got me the most, was that she had her eyes open." As if the fact that the cat that slept on my chest this past Saturday while I was ill and sleep-deprived passed away under a car and no one told me, lets add the fact that she went down with her boots on, for lack of better terminology. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. This is the cat I've been making jokes about her dying for three or four years now. She's lived outside, declawed, and the alpha cat for 16 years. She's been with me since I was 2, gave me a bacterial infection known as "cat scratch fever," ran away one of my kittens, and always had a knack of cheering me up when I was down. My mom wants to try to domesticate my black cat, Choco, but I don't think I can handle it right now and neither can he. He's been with her since she was a kitten, and I'm the only one he'll come to. Being with other humans might set him off. I care more about my cats and animals than I care about most people, mind you. But I'm taking the death of Stinky pretty hard, even for me. So, rest in peace, my friend. I hope it's warmer where you are.
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