I have a new roomate.
actually, it's only for a week or so.
actually, it's my sister.
for the most part. my sister & I are diametrically opposed--I spent my 20's traveling around the country & she's never moved away from where we grew up. I drink, smoke & have dabbled in various pharmacueticals & she is quite vocal in her opposistion to all of the above. I'm single (& like it), & she's married (well, sort of; see below) & has 2 kids.
anyway, she doesn't really have any vices (if yer talking conventionally--I myself would consider spending yer 20's in the itsy bitsy town you grew up in to be a vice, but that's just me)--except for cheating on her husband. with people that the 3 of us work with. (we all work at the same place.)
actually, she & her husband decided to seperate 2 years ago or so, & lived apart for about a year. then they divorced, & moved back in together.
anyway, after they'd been living apart for a few months, the brother-in-law took up with another woman at work for a month or so.
there's a saying in this town: you don't get divorced (or split up)--you just lose your turn for a while.
last week she had me babysit for an afternoon while she had her nails done. & she made me feel like an idiot for asking why nails take 5 hours.
"It just does. With these new polymers & so forth they use. Do you think I LIKE sitting there for 5 hours?"
anyway, she came in the other day (she knocks, but as I can't hear anything from my bedroom, she'll usually come right in, & she'll usually holler her arrival --after an unfortunate incident where she barged in while I was surfing the internet in an, um, physical way.)
"Can I stay here for a few days?"
me, finally having gotten to sleep after a 12-hour shift: "Yeah. Sure. I guess. What's up?"
"I'm moving out for a little bit."
"What happened?"
"I fucked up."
"Did you break something?"
"No"
"Did you sleep with somebody?"
"Um. Yes. Why was that your first thing?"
("break something" doesn't count in our family--& never has. things get broken--you deal with it. but it's better than opening with the other thing.)
(& the other thing--well...when I was starting at the prison I was assigned with 2 officers I hadn't worked with before. one knew me, the other didn't. the one that knew me asked about my sister & the one that didn't launched into a monologue about who she's slept with in the prison & how her husband would be well served to get a paternity test on her kids--when the officer found out whose brother I was, tho, she became all peaches & cream--as had all discussions concerning my sister in my presence)
anyway, my sister's going to be staying here for a couple of days. & on saturday me. her, my brother in law & the neice & nephew are going to drive down to Las Vegas to buy a car. (hers, I'll drive back on sunday & work that evening)
thing is, I HAD to grill her a bit on who it was--if it was someone I worked with.
turns out it was. I work with him maybe twice a week. a rookie ("fish", in prison terminology)--
baseball cap: check
overly proud of his truck: check
Coppenhaghen in lip: check
looks like he's twelve: check
(when she told me, I said, "Jesus God, that's statutory rape, innit? What is he--twelve?" "Twenty-three" "Same fucking thing, yo"--granted, my sister is 28, but lines have to be drawn.)
interesting thing about my sister is: it's now my brother in laws fault.
I've known her since she was born & she never, ever ever makes a mistake.
it's his fault because after he found out about it he's gotten emotional.
& he slept with that girl when they were seperated.
I told the brother in law before they got married to step lightly--to be aware what he was getting into.
the fact is--I don't think those of my particular bloodline are capable of stable relationships. monogamy is something that happens to other people ( & I know this about myself & it's kept me from furthering what could've been a beautiful thing with beautiful women)
question: monogamy: yea or nay?
actually, it's only for a week or so.
actually, it's my sister.
for the most part. my sister & I are diametrically opposed--I spent my 20's traveling around the country & she's never moved away from where we grew up. I drink, smoke & have dabbled in various pharmacueticals & she is quite vocal in her opposistion to all of the above. I'm single (& like it), & she's married (well, sort of; see below) & has 2 kids.
anyway, she doesn't really have any vices (if yer talking conventionally--I myself would consider spending yer 20's in the itsy bitsy town you grew up in to be a vice, but that's just me)--except for cheating on her husband. with people that the 3 of us work with. (we all work at the same place.)
actually, she & her husband decided to seperate 2 years ago or so, & lived apart for about a year. then they divorced, & moved back in together.
anyway, after they'd been living apart for a few months, the brother-in-law took up with another woman at work for a month or so.
there's a saying in this town: you don't get divorced (or split up)--you just lose your turn for a while.
last week she had me babysit for an afternoon while she had her nails done. & she made me feel like an idiot for asking why nails take 5 hours.
"It just does. With these new polymers & so forth they use. Do you think I LIKE sitting there for 5 hours?"
anyway, she came in the other day (she knocks, but as I can't hear anything from my bedroom, she'll usually come right in, & she'll usually holler her arrival --after an unfortunate incident where she barged in while I was surfing the internet in an, um, physical way.)
"Can I stay here for a few days?"
me, finally having gotten to sleep after a 12-hour shift: "Yeah. Sure. I guess. What's up?"
"I'm moving out for a little bit."
"What happened?"
"I fucked up."
"Did you break something?"
"No"
"Did you sleep with somebody?"
"Um. Yes. Why was that your first thing?"
("break something" doesn't count in our family--& never has. things get broken--you deal with it. but it's better than opening with the other thing.)
(& the other thing--well...when I was starting at the prison I was assigned with 2 officers I hadn't worked with before. one knew me, the other didn't. the one that knew me asked about my sister & the one that didn't launched into a monologue about who she's slept with in the prison & how her husband would be well served to get a paternity test on her kids--when the officer found out whose brother I was, tho, she became all peaches & cream--as had all discussions concerning my sister in my presence)
anyway, my sister's going to be staying here for a couple of days. & on saturday me. her, my brother in law & the neice & nephew are going to drive down to Las Vegas to buy a car. (hers, I'll drive back on sunday & work that evening)
thing is, I HAD to grill her a bit on who it was--if it was someone I worked with.
turns out it was. I work with him maybe twice a week. a rookie ("fish", in prison terminology)--
baseball cap: check
overly proud of his truck: check
Coppenhaghen in lip: check
looks like he's twelve: check
(when she told me, I said, "Jesus God, that's statutory rape, innit? What is he--twelve?" "Twenty-three" "Same fucking thing, yo"--granted, my sister is 28, but lines have to be drawn.)
interesting thing about my sister is: it's now my brother in laws fault.
I've known her since she was born & she never, ever ever makes a mistake.
it's his fault because after he found out about it he's gotten emotional.
& he slept with that girl when they were seperated.
I told the brother in law before they got married to step lightly--to be aware what he was getting into.
the fact is--I don't think those of my particular bloodline are capable of stable relationships. monogamy is something that happens to other people ( & I know this about myself & it's kept me from furthering what could've been a beautiful thing with beautiful women)
question: monogamy: yea or nay?