| I began to wonder today...do holidays really have any value anymore? I woke up at Pam's today, ate some pancakes, and dove into yet another conversation Pam and Debi, her mom. One of the questions I asked was, "Is today Father's Day?" Hell, I didn't know. Is it more important to other people, or are they just as oblivious as me? So I came home, did some stuff, and then started slipping into sleeping while watching TV. My mom couldn't let me do that, though. I had to talk to her as she yelled whatever she wanted me to hear down the hallway. I'm supposed to wrap Father's Day presents for tomorrow or something. Hey, no big deal. It's getting me out of this dinner party thing. I wasn't invited until the hosts' loser kids couldn't find a place to go while their parents' "adult" dinner party was going to be going on. I'm just a babysitter to them. Luckily, my parents understand that I enjoy the solitude of my PC and a can of Dr. Pepper more than watching the antics of an anti-social thirteen-year-old boy and hyperactive seven-year-old boy. Anyway, so I'm staying at home and wrapping presents. No big deal. I finished that. Then came the cards, right? A logical step in the present-wrapping process. (Know what? I realize that last sentence was a fragment. And guess what else? I don't give a fuck.) Of course, these are hastily-chosen cards (by my mother, nonetheless) that say something to the effect of, "I love you and really (I LOVE YOU!) appreciate all you do. Keep being the (I LOVE YOU!) great father that you are. I love you, Dad!" All I have to do is rephrase that and sign my name. Somehow I just felt guilty doing that. I didn't put any feeling into my grandfather's card, nor my dad's. Sure, I love my dad, but I don't love my grandpa. We've more got a courtesy relationship going on. He'll let my grandmother do all the shopping, hugging, loving, cooing, whatnot and I'll let my parents do the conversing, card-buying, phone-calling. Together, we'll give each other the "hello/goodbye" hug and a "see ya." In a way, it's sort of depressing. Anyway... |