lunarus
Gay Aegis
Oh where to start here. Well my bf has a birthday coming up and on said day he has an appointment with a dermatologist to have some moles looked at. His father died of Melanoma and it apparently runs in the family. Of course I am petrified about what the derm. will say. I just have to hold out until the 26th of this month and a week after that for the test results to come in. TO say I have not been sleeping is an understatement. Then there is his mother. She asked me to help her loose weight. She is a bit over weight but not obese by any stretch of the imagination. But she does need to loose the excess pounds. She came to me because she really did not want to pay some doctor 2800$ to help her loose the weight and I know what she needs to eat. Besides I am a vegetarian and have managed to keep my self thin as well as her son. She has lost some weight but has now plateaued and I told her not to give up we just need to exercise more which is difficult for her because she has really bad knees. That is another family trait. Her mother's knees were horribly deformed as she got older. She had one replaced and it did not work and she is in pain much of the day. I have noticed my bf, her eldest son, his knees are starting to sound the same way hers does. But back to her. Her regimen consist of 3 meals a day, I cook them, mmmmmm good old veggie meals. When she goes to assemblies (she is a Jehovah witness by the way. Don't ask we are taking care of her and she really loves the both of us.) I have to make meals for her and my bf's younger brother who also is a JW and his family. Which brings me to his younger brother. The baby of the family. I ave known him, next to Perry, the longest out of anybody in the family. He is a mess right now. He is a trucker and he is over weight, big time. He was told some time back that his sugar was elevated and he needed to loose the weight and start eating right. Well can you guess what he did. You got it, nothing! I told him when he came to talk to me about his health conditions that it would be in his interest to loose the weight and how he could do it. Well to make a long story short, his mother came to me and asked if I would help. Sure why not that is what I am here for, I think. So now I have my bf, his mother and his brother to watch over. I pray his sister doesn't come a calling. On top of maintaining all that I have personally ad trying to finish the second book, keeping the house and all it's many MANY components up and running I guess I am a bit stressed. And to boot I have been getting these migraines for about two weeks now. I just wake up with them. Go figure. Like the other day I got one and I could not for the life of me shake it, so finally I had to lay down. I did not tell anyone I was going to lay down. Well I fell asleep hoping the migran would go away, it didn't I woke up with it. Well his mother came back from the assembly and wanted to know where I was. Perry told her and her exact words were "He doesn't get sick!" I finally see how all the many people in my life view me. I am the one they come to when their life is crap or they need help or they become ill. I dispense information like Yoda and send them on their way hoping they will heed the advice. But when I get sick they all stand around bemused at what they need to do. I cannot get sick at the risk I would send everyone else into a raging panic. I kinda feel like a giant mother looking after her and others children. I don't know maybe I am making more out of this than there really is. I'll have to wait and see how everything turn out. Not only will I have myself to condend with the 26th of this month by I will have mt bf ad his mother. Ah isn't life grand?!? 
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			


 
						





 
 
		 
  
  
  
  
 








 
	 
  I live in a world were it is who you blow instead of how talented you really are. I have come to a conclusion, it does not pay to be nice any more. It only seems to get me a nice taste of shoe in my mouth from the eventual kick in the teeth. It is hard for those of us who care about the little person and could give a rat's ass of what they make, what they own or how they look or who they know. When you refuse to conform to another's thought process you are thrown aside and told you are no good. When you refuse to continue to allows others to use you as a doormate you are tossed out. When you refuse to lie down and let others take your rights away you are called a whining liberal baby. Well I am none of those. I am an upstanding citizen of the HUMAN race and I am so sick and fucking tired of those few that choose to whine and bitch about things they do not like simply because they expect everything to be their way or no way at all. That wouldn't think twice looking down on someone who doesn't have those things this society deems as the must haves in order to be someone. Those that won't wake up and see that if we are to get any where as a race that they need to wake up to reality and not the drivel that is handed to them. This comes from someone who was a counselor and help many a person through their rough spots in life, I loved helping them they wanted to change their lives and the lives of those around them. This comes from a person that would give his last dollar to someone who needed it even if I needed it more. I came from nothing, payed my way through college and yet I still have yet to attain what society says is a must to be someone. Well guess what fuck you society, if it makes me a bad person for being who I am, for mindless helping others because I want too and no God nor no government told me too, just because I saw another human in need, then so be it. If it makes me a bad person for being who I am, gay and wanting the same fucking rights that my straight brethren have, then you can kiss my ass. I am who I am. I treat others fairly and with respect. I may not agree with them all the time but I don't cry about it to others I handle it myself. That is who I am and if anyone in this universe cannot handle that. well you know what you can do for me. I am not sorry that I do not pray to your idea of a God or the almighty dollar. I will not apologize that I do not look like some swim suit model. I am who I am and whether you like it or not is now none of my concern! Deal with and for cripe's sake grow a pair and get real!
 I live in a world were it is who you blow instead of how talented you really are. I have come to a conclusion, it does not pay to be nice any more. It only seems to get me a nice taste of shoe in my mouth from the eventual kick in the teeth. It is hard for those of us who care about the little person and could give a rat's ass of what they make, what they own or how they look or who they know. When you refuse to conform to another's thought process you are thrown aside and told you are no good. When you refuse to continue to allows others to use you as a doormate you are tossed out. When you refuse to lie down and let others take your rights away you are called a whining liberal baby. Well I am none of those. I am an upstanding citizen of the HUMAN race and I am so sick and fucking tired of those few that choose to whine and bitch about things they do not like simply because they expect everything to be their way or no way at all. That wouldn't think twice looking down on someone who doesn't have those things this society deems as the must haves in order to be someone. Those that won't wake up and see that if we are to get any where as a race that they need to wake up to reality and not the drivel that is handed to them. This comes from someone who was a counselor and help many a person through their rough spots in life, I loved helping them they wanted to change their lives and the lives of those around them. This comes from a person that would give his last dollar to someone who needed it even if I needed it more. I came from nothing, payed my way through college and yet I still have yet to attain what society says is a must to be someone. Well guess what fuck you society, if it makes me a bad person for being who I am, for mindless helping others because I want too and no God nor no government told me too, just because I saw another human in need, then so be it. If it makes me a bad person for being who I am, gay and wanting the same fucking rights that my straight brethren have, then you can kiss my ass. I am who I am. I treat others fairly and with respect. I may not agree with them all the time but I don't cry about it to others I handle it myself. That is who I am and if anyone in this universe cannot handle that. well you know what you can do for me. I am not sorry that I do not pray to your idea of a God or the almighty dollar. I will not apologize that I do not look like some swim suit model. I am who I am and whether you like it or not is now none of my concern! Deal with and for cripe's sake grow a pair and get real! Well when ever I hear from any f my family members it is when they want something. So I don't bother with them anymore. Tired of the drama it entails. So anyway, she called today and asked what we did for new years, I told her the truth and said nothing at all, it was just another day like every other day. She asked what I was up to and I told her I was doing my bf's mother's taxes, the paper work is turning into a nightmare. That and straightening out her insurance and what not. It's a long story, I've posted about it here in my blog as well as on the boards. So I was busy with my life my bf's life and keeping his mother's life in order. Let me rephrase that I have my bf's life and his mother's life I am keeping straight, I don't have time for my life or what's left of it. My fault completely I know. So anyway, she asked me what I was doing for my birthday which is coming up next week. I told her nothing at all, didn't do anything last year or the year before that and the year before, so why do anything now. She asked my why and I told her I didn't have the time. She told me to make the time, I laughed at her, she is one to talk. But she is right after all, I never make time or myself it is always someone else. So and so needs this done then so and so needs this done or this has to be done and no one else wants to do it. For the life of me I never thought I would be in this situation at this age. Between taking care of my bf's mother and the house my job, the freaken animals my bf and dealing with his family I just don't have time for myself. I have stopped telling anyone when I feel ill or I simply want to do something for my self. They seem to me like they are a bit put off when I need something. So I just do. So in short I have no one to turn to. My days are filled with other's problems and needs my weekends are filled with catch up work, I never have time to go out or visit anyone, which pissed my mother off because she wanted me to come visit her at my brother's house and I said no. Besides not having the time no one from my family has ever visited me so why the hell bother. Why should I always bee the one to go to them. So as I sit her writing this for the few minutes I have to myself I have become isolated. And it is all my fault. I am the one to blame. I know I should stand up for myself and demand someone be there for me, but I can't and you want to know why? It is because if I just keep my mouth shut and trod on then their will be peace with all those concerned. Call me a pussy or what ever but at least everyone I know will be sated even if that means I will have to go without. Hell I grew up going without what is the difference now. You know I wonder sometimes what would happen if I just up and dropped dead, would I be missed for the loving person I am or would I be missed because I am not there to do fr someone else. Okay I really do hate my life right now, it sucks great big monkey balls and not in the good way. And I suck for not changing it or being to fearful to rock the boat, I should be shot for being a doormat.
  Well when ever I hear from any f my family members it is when they want something. So I don't bother with them anymore. Tired of the drama it entails. So anyway, she called today and asked what we did for new years, I told her the truth and said nothing at all, it was just another day like every other day. She asked what I was up to and I told her I was doing my bf's mother's taxes, the paper work is turning into a nightmare. That and straightening out her insurance and what not. It's a long story, I've posted about it here in my blog as well as on the boards. So I was busy with my life my bf's life and keeping his mother's life in order. Let me rephrase that I have my bf's life and his mother's life I am keeping straight, I don't have time for my life or what's left of it. My fault completely I know. So anyway, she asked me what I was doing for my birthday which is coming up next week. I told her nothing at all, didn't do anything last year or the year before that and the year before, so why do anything now. She asked my why and I told her I didn't have the time. She told me to make the time, I laughed at her, she is one to talk. But she is right after all, I never make time or myself it is always someone else. So and so needs this done then so and so needs this done or this has to be done and no one else wants to do it. For the life of me I never thought I would be in this situation at this age. Between taking care of my bf's mother and the house my job, the freaken animals my bf and dealing with his family I just don't have time for myself. I have stopped telling anyone when I feel ill or I simply want to do something for my self. They seem to me like they are a bit put off when I need something. So I just do. So in short I have no one to turn to. My days are filled with other's problems and needs my weekends are filled with catch up work, I never have time to go out or visit anyone, which pissed my mother off because she wanted me to come visit her at my brother's house and I said no. Besides not having the time no one from my family has ever visited me so why the hell bother. Why should I always bee the one to go to them. So as I sit her writing this for the few minutes I have to myself I have become isolated. And it is all my fault. I am the one to blame. I know I should stand up for myself and demand someone be there for me, but I can't and you want to know why? It is because if I just keep my mouth shut and trod on then their will be peace with all those concerned. Call me a pussy or what ever but at least everyone I know will be sated even if that means I will have to go without. Hell I grew up going without what is the difference now. You know I wonder sometimes what would happen if I just up and dropped dead, would I be missed for the loving person I am or would I be missed because I am not there to do fr someone else. Okay I really do hate my life right now, it sucks great big monkey balls and not in the good way. And I suck for not changing it or being to fearful to rock the boat, I should be shot for being a doormat.







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