I honestly don't even know where to begin. I guess we can start a week before I left for this ten day adventure. A week before, when Mother Superior first told me we were going to Universal Studios, and in turn the Wizarding World. Pure Jubilation. Mother Superior caught wind of Pure Jubilation. She came into my room half an a hour to murder Pure Jubilation. She murdered Him to reassure Me that we were only going because of me. And in turn I would have to owe her one some where down the road or that this will, in turn, bite me in the ass. She, of course, did not say this exactly, but she made her point, as only Mother Superior can. Fast Forward. Forward. A little more. Okay. Wait. Wait. I forgot. Back to the prologue. Despite Pure Jubilation's passing, I still carried Him around. The rest of my family was none too happy about that. Constantly they would let me know what they thought of Harry Potter. But have they read it? Of course not. You can't expect the illiterate to read. You can't expect the ignorant to make educated claims. Words like "Childish" "Silly" "Dumb" "Stupid" and "Retarded" were tossed around. Luckily I'm fully aware of the Love Shield Harry Potter placed around me. Now you can fast forward. Day five. Stage is set. Orlando, Florida. Universal Studios. Islands of Adventure. Two post meridian and Mother Superior can't ride the rides because she has motion sickness. Commence inner dialogue. Why in the fuck would you go to a theme park and pay $50+ when you know you have motion sickness. Supposedly. End inner dialogue. So Mother Superior and Jackass go on their merry little way back to the hotel. I'm stuck with the two Imps, but that's fine and dandy for a chance at the Wizarding World without MS. And I had a magical time, as to be expected. But this is not about my happiness. It's about the opposite. Or rather it is about Happiness and how my family feeds on every drop I can produce. Maybe it was a set up. But all you twitterers know exactly how happy I was. Fast Foward. Again. Night five. Orlando, Florida. Mona Lisa Suite Hotel. I pull out the Slytherin robe I purchased from Dervish and Banges (and not Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions). The first thing that comes out of Mother Superior's mouth was a scoff. The second was "That's". The third was "Horrible". Loving and uplifting, I know. I ignored it. But she continued. Mother Superior and Imp 1 continued to barrate. "What a waste of $100." Of my hard earned money? "It looks so dumb." And did I even care to ask? So I had enough. I told them to keep it coming. I said nothing could bring down my positivity. I of course was saying this out of anger, so in other words my positivity was already down. This defiance did not sit well with Mother Superior. Commence lecture. This is where she told me I needed to spend "less time with my friends and more time with my family." Because that's all I ever do. She said I need to "undergo behavior modification". That I need to "neutralize the situation" as opposed to "accelerating it". That if some one said something I did not like "to respond kindly and lovingly." Yes because that is obviously the exact reaction their comments would yield. Then she went on to say I was too old for this. That she has never seen a twenty year old behave as such." I'm sorry," was my response, "but my friends and I all love Harry Potter." "But they are all girls." All girls?! What does the gender have anything to do with it you insolent swine. You give women a bad name. Since when is reading gender specific? It's 2010 lady. And she kept referring to Harry Potter as a warlock. But this one interaction would have done nothing to my demeanor if it had only been just this one interaction, but being stuck with them and only them for this long is destroying me. Constantly, daily, bi-daily, they are tearing me apart. "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold." And I try, God dammit, I try. Like when Jackass doesn't understand the GPS and I try to help and explain I'm being a smart ass. Or when I'm planning the next day by asking a friend who has been there for advice, I am hung AND crucified for texting on a "family vacation". I feel like I'm just complaining. But it's not just these ten days. It's these people. These fucking people are destroying me and I'm breaking apart. How do you handle these people? How do you speak to them logically? My comprehension skills aren't strong enough to deal with a psychopath. Then to throw in multiples. Mother Superior is so delusional it's amazing. Jackass is the epitome of ignorance. The imps are, well, impish. Simply imps. And you say well just get out. Like it's fucking simple. Like I can just up and leave. I wish it was. I really do.
I honestly don't even know where to begin. I guess we can start a… - Something cliché
Simplicity at its worst
09 August 2010 @ 11:35 pm