Unscripted | moonshadoe's Blog

(5:49AM) In life some get it and some don't, but that's life. Forgive me if I go interminable, but I noticed that it worked for Seinfeld, so it can't be all bad. Reflecting on the weekend, there was a moment where my wife got a phone call while she was outside picking up walnuts. I was standing a considerable distance away, but from what few words I could make out I could tell it was our son, the one in the military, the one who had gotten married to a girl he had only gone out with for six weeks, and not in a row. My suspicions were that my wife had told him something that I had told her not to say anything about, that being my daughter buying a new car. Well, it wasn't actually new, but it was new to her. My son already had an attitude for some strange reason upon hearing that she had gotten engaged, so finding out that she had gotten a different car would only result in further rants.

She must have talked to him for an hour, and at one point I could here her say to him that they had all gotten basically the same amount after graduating from high school, and I could tell that it was the same old thing with him. He hated to see someone else get something that might have been a little bit more than him. I'm thinking that eventually the boy will grow up, but it may take a few more years, if not the rest of his life. He has a birthday coming up in another month, and I'm almost tempted to buy him a box of tampons just so I can tell him that I'm only trying to be fair since I probably had to do the same for my daughter at one time or another. The last time called home and I answered, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a question wondering what I thought of my daughter getting engaged. I told him at the time that I had no problem with it, and why should I? The guy she's going with is in his final year of college. He's responsible. He treats her nice. They've been going together for over four years, not to mention that she's almost twenty-two, so it isn't like she has to have my permission if she wants to tie a noose.

My son has always exhibited this tendency of this isn't fair or that isn't fair, and one day he'll begin to realize that there are a lot of things in life more unfair than what he currently thinks he sees. I'm surprised in some ways that he doesn't complain to his superiors when someone gets promoted instead of him, and one day I may bring that up to him just to see his reaction. But it does get old after awhile. The boy is almost twenty-five years old. He's married with a child on the way in another month or so. He gets pretty much what he wants thanks to a steady paycheck from Uncle Sam, so why he needs to concern himself about what his little sister does is beyond me, but I guess some people just aren't satisfied with running their own life. They have to try to run someone else's as well, or ruin, whichever happens to apply.

When he and I spoke about the matter of her getting engaged I tried to keep everything mellow. There were times where I would have liked to have just told him to get real and grow up, and there were other times where I would have liked to have hung up, but fortunately he was driving in his car at the time, and he and his wife were looking for a restaurant to eat at. Personally, I think he was getting tired of listening to me, and it happens, just like when a person starts reading what I write, and it just goes on and on with no end in sight, therefore he told me he had to go, and I was fine with that. I was getting weary of philosophizing about life and one's right to live it as he or she chooses. My son probably has this idea that I am showing preference to my daughter, but how, I'm not really sure. When he made the decision to propose to a girl that he hardly knew he didn't ask me what I thought, and he wouldn't have cared what I thought one way or the other. But it's his life, and I have no problem in letting him live it.

I knew that with my daughter getting a new car there would just be more fuel added to his fire once he knew, even though it is absolutely none of his business. I, therefore, told my daughter not to mention anything to him about it the next time he called. I was hoping that my wife would excercise the same sound judgment, but I was wrong once again, another reminder of my own fallibility. When she finally got through with her conversation with him she wouldn't tell me what he had said, so that only left me to imagine that it probably wasn't anything good. She did tell me not to hate him for being the way he was, but it's not about hate. It's about him learning to grow up a little and stop acting like a four year old scuffling over a toy. Thus far he's doing a very good job in creating a serious rift between himself and his sister, and he's not doing me a lot of favors either in the area of closeness. He wants people to respect him and let him live his life the way he wants to. He should reciprocate in kind.

Now that I've got that off my chest I'm going to go looking for some wake up juice, and get ready to once more ease into this place. It's going to be another long ten hours in another deja vu of yesterday, and I'm gone. The end.