january 9, 2009
this is a picture of my mom playing wii tennis with her uncle. he and his wife are visiting my parents on their way to see my grandparents. the first thing he said to me was, "i like to kill things." when i asked him what they were planning to do at my grandparents' he said shoot things. after dinner, he brought in some guns to look at with my dad. they were wrapped in tube socks and a mattress pad.
i'm not going to relay all the crazy stuff he said that reflected his only new source to be fox news. or all of the disrespectful things he said about women in general and women in our family. but here is the impression he left me, from my private journal:
it was hard to be tolerant of it all, but in a way his belligerent defiance of the present moment and his nostalgia for a past that never was only proved himself irrelevant to the 21st century.
i think that is the worst thing i have ever said about anyone.
but, seriously, this man kept shaking the fat on my aunt's upper arm all night. and repeatedly, since i looked to the ground and refused to watch.
however, i didn't say anything that night. i figure he is old, and it must be hard to be old and realize that you are about to die and the world will go on without you. and while you have spent your entire life thinking your opinion matters, it doesn't really. and it really doesn't when you're dead.
i have spent much time in my life arguing with old people, but i think i'm done.
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