Sunday, July 02, 2006

DN fucking A

It still boggles my mind how someone who shares my DNA strand
could be so fucking stupid, self-centered, and have no sense of what a family is or does.
Family communicates even if it arrives in the form of raised voices or drunken carousing. Family looks you in the face knows your name and has your back on a good day on a bad day you may be on your own.
My family is not perfect.
If they were I would have to kill them in their sleep.
I don't want perfection.
I want to know that if I need you even if you're pissed you're going to be there.
That if you need me even if I'm pissed you know I'll be there.
That's what I have with my mother, sister and brothers.
My family now extended to the tune of 13 grandchildren, nieces and nephews all knowing that if they need, someone, if not all of us are there.
But that pesky strand didn't just come from my mother.
There was a bio-dad or sperm donor at some point.
Who's attributes seem to be lying, cheating, ignoring, and just fucking up as a principle.
If those genes ever kick in in my personality, take my ass out.
Anyway that seems appropriate don't run the risk of me infecting or affecting people in a way that's just wrong.
Assholism, is a disease with no cure, I refuse to be infected.
This rant.....
My grandmother, the one I'm named after, is almost pushing 80.
By chance my brother calls her to say, ....Hey!
Only to find out that his girlfriend ( bio-dads g-friend the one he had since before his wife died in December) answers the phone where it is learned that she's (grandma) been in the hospital, just released recently.
Does the bio-dad call any of the four children he fathered?............
Still waiting for the call.
She wants to know why we aren't there because she's sure out father called us.
I mean why wouldn't he?
I'm thinking he can't fucking remember that some of us were born,
he doesn't know any of his granchildren
and couldn't call his oldest granddaughter to congratulate her on graduating,
let alone come to her graduation,
but he can call me so that I can wish his crackhead step-son
congratulation on his early parole from prison.
I pray that fucked- up and assholism skips generations.

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