My mother is a big fat blob of ugly. Period. :-/ She seems
to have started another charade of ‘oh-she-never-listens-to-me’ with my grandmother
who is over for the weekend. The house is swarmed with all my cousins (well,
some of them anyways). That’s the cost of being born in a Pakistani family. My
father is not very attached with his maternal or paternal side; in fact he or
we are hardly attached to his brothers or sisters. But my mother on the other
hand seems to take the cake when it comes to maternal and paternal family ties.
A strong tie of bondage holds them all together so that me and my siblings are
actually quite close to all my aunts and my cousins(from my mother’s side).
Anyway, my mother actually has quite a bad habit of taking
her truck load of problems to someone Elsa when she knows she can’t handle them
herself. Not that I hate her but I really think parents need to take a course
on parenting around here before actually producing their line of offspring.
I’m afraid I don’t have much to say today except I felt
myself returning to the older bouts of paranoid oh-so-ugly depression phase
yesterday. I used to take a run early around 4 in the morning; I really hope I
can return to that. Maybe that is the root cause of my clinically rejuvenated
depression. In any case, life is point black ‘bleak’ at the moment.
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