The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

This morning to prevent me from getting mud on my shoes because our driveway was really muddy, I rode my bike to the truck. But as I started off the porch the bike tire slid, and I cut my leg. I didn't even notice until I felt the blood dripping on to my sock.

Then, Iris came to the office, when she wasn't scheduled to work. She was quite upset, because she and her boyfriend broke up. And until Misty and Gabby arrived, I was the one to console her. Unfortunately, I had to agree with her that all guys are stupid jerks. Of course, I don't think that, but I have learned through plenty of experience in these matters that the best thing to do is agree with them and their crazy ways. It doesn't do much toward my standing with other guys, but as I don't work with any other guys I don't really care. The one thing I did not want to do was somehow single myself out because of my gender.

I was also asked if I thought she was pretty. Apparently, her boyfriend never thought she was. Whether this was something said during their argument, or known beforehand, I don't know. I told her the truth, I said that I do not find people attractive due to outward appearances. She was a little disheartened by my neither positive nor negative reply. In fact, I believe that many males and a considerable amount of females would find her "pretty". I would provide a picture, but as this is my blog about my life, it wouldn't be appropriate to do so. Besides, it borders on creepy.

Finally, Misty and Gabby arrived. I was glad, because I was able to focus on my work again. That is, until the air in the office became heavy with everything that was being said. I, in an attempt to lighten the mood and also feed myself, announced that I would be going to McDonald's and asked if anyone wanted anything. They didn't, so I left. As I was riding toward my first Big Mac in months, I realized that I had a rib sandwich in the freezer, and half of a bag of chips back at the office. So, I came back to work and saved myself about a mile of pedaling and several dollars as well.

At 3, I rode to Grandma's where Dad and my brother were waiting. After we got home, I baked a pizza. Right as I was pulling the pizza out of the oven, Suzy showed up. Oh happy day! As it is not polite to eat while you have guests (I was NOT about to offer food to her, I draw a line with politeness toward some people), I stood there waiting for her to quit talking and, you know, leave.

As the movie was concluding and Dad and Suzy's talking ceased, I said in my calmest voice, "As it is our mealtime, and as it is not polite to eat while guests are here, would you please leave so we may eat in peace." The house blew up (not literally) at that. Yes, I could have been nicer. I just chose to express my feelings as they were. In the end, Suzy left and Dad again blew up (unfortunately, not literally).

Blah, blah, blah, this is my house, blah, blah, I can have who I want her, blah, blah, blah, you can leave if you're not happy, blah. The same stuff I am told every time this happens. The change in this event was that the food I made for dinner ended up on the floor with broken glass all over it. Then after him once again forgetting his anger management lessons (details will be withheld for now, if that phrase isn't clue enough on what happened), he apologized.

And then he started up once again with calling me names. The ones I told about before were once again on his tongue. New to the repertoire was that I should go and perform fellatio several times (Don't ask how I know that word). He said this after I "did not show him respect" when I called Suzy a floozy. I told him to take back what he said, and he replied with "why should I when you said that about her?" I told him he should take back what he said, because as what I said was true about her, his remark was a lie about my sexuality. Then he screamed that what I said was a lie. I pointed out that what I said about her was simply calling her a bad slang version of what she actually is, a mistress. He couldn't fight back at that. How could he? I have read the entire dictionary and thesaurus (hence how I know that other word, not exactly a bad way to learn bad words).

His apology was not meant, so I merely said "okay". He said that things like this won't happen again if "keep my mouth shut". I have no intention of silencing my opinion. On the contrary, I will continue to do so until he gets it through his head that what he is doing is wrong and he should ask for forgiveness for the pain he's causing his family. Whether it's the emotional pain or the physical.

Maybe I should leave. But, if I do so, I am afraid that I won't ever want to see Dad again. Not exactly a bad thing, but I do feel pity for him. I mean, he's living a life not suited for him, most of his family has already washed their hands of him and his bad ways, and he's pushing the one family member that stood by him when no one else did. If I leave, he will have nothing other than a happiness that he only gets because he feels it right to get revenge for what my mother did.

But, I won't. The housing situation in this area is not a good one. I did consider it the last time, but I told myself that I would save up some money first and become more financially stable. I figured I'd at least wait until my Mom came back. Then when she finally gets to see what Dad is like now, I would support my mother and help her get settled. That is still the plan.

So, no, in a way, I don't require sympathy. I don't want it, because I choose to live with what I live with. It would be different if I was forced to for some reason.

Moving on...

I have the paper finished. I didn't send it to press one day early because I was unsure of the ad on the back page. I wanted to get confirmation of it beforehand. I tried calling the owner, but I couldn't get in touch with her. It's her ad, and I didn't want to print it if it isn't ready. It gives me something to do tomorrow, so at least I won't be bored. And then there's always next week's paper, if there is a paper next week. Tomorrow is also the office Christmas party. I am so excited about that. Excitement just pours off my body like steam. I bought some holiday snack cakes so we won't just have pizza tomorrow.

As for gaming, I did complete one sidequest in Revenant Wings. I defeated Leviathan. I still have Ultima and Hashmal to defeat. As well as complete a couple gathering missions. As well as complete the story in Chapter 5 and the rest of the game.

Well, I am somewhat tired. I will end this evening by watching Season 4 of The Big Bang Theory. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael