don't yell
Aug. 4th, 2004 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlLast night felt like it took a long time... AND we went to bed a little early.
I did my workout, and it left me feeling wonderful. I love that post-workout-sweaty-warm-calm-good feeling...
Andrew played Final Fantasy 8 while I worked out, and later in the evening we stretched and watched some tv. It's been a while since I watched tv, it feels really decadent... fiddling with the rabbit ears, snow on the screen, and all. W00t for 6 channels!
Anyway, yeah.
My brother came over last night, he plans on staying with us for a couple of nights. He's been enjoying his time on the beach, he says, and people have been very good to him, but he's tired and he just wants to look at getting employment now. He's going to the employment office today, he says.
He's talking about doing one of those work camp things. There's always somebody laying cable or something, up in the North West Territories, or something like that, says he, and he figures, do that for a couple of months, and then take the money he earns from that and set himself up using those funds. That would work, I have no doubt.
We'll see what he actually ends up doing, though. I don't trust that his mind is even partially made up yet. I know how he works... I do it too, to a smaller degree - think of and talk about lots of different options, and see what comes down the pipeline.
Anyway.
His ex called last night. They're still working things out. I picked up the phone, and tried to pass her off to my brother, but she wanted to talk to me first. She wanted to hear about the whatzit, and etc etc etc... and I'm trying to be all cheery with him glaring at me.
So I finally got fed up with that, and passed the phone over, and he went into the room he's staying in, and closed the door... and Andrew and I went into the room farthest away to watch tv and stretch...
And I could still hear the yelling.
I HATE yelling. Our family yelled a lot, and I don't think it's useful nor emotionally healthy. I hate the emotions that are caused by being yelled at, and the emotions that are caused by yelling. In all the time we have been together, I've yelled once - I was angry at Andrew's mom about the whatzit planning, it just felt like she was disrespecting me over and over, and I snapped and yelled, and then burst into crazy tears, it was horrible.
But that's the only time. And he's never yelled. We don't yell, and I'm proud of that.
So my brother was yelling, and I just felt awful. I mean, I felt for him, I felt for her, and it sucked.
Tonight we're having peanut butter rice noodles with broccoli and spinach, for dinner. Other than that, I've got no plans, except, of course, the work out and stretching. My brother will be around again, too.
Fun fun.
I did my workout, and it left me feeling wonderful. I love that post-workout-sweaty-warm-calm-good feeling...
Andrew played Final Fantasy 8 while I worked out, and later in the evening we stretched and watched some tv. It's been a while since I watched tv, it feels really decadent... fiddling with the rabbit ears, snow on the screen, and all. W00t for 6 channels!
Anyway, yeah.
My brother came over last night, he plans on staying with us for a couple of nights. He's been enjoying his time on the beach, he says, and people have been very good to him, but he's tired and he just wants to look at getting employment now. He's going to the employment office today, he says.
He's talking about doing one of those work camp things. There's always somebody laying cable or something, up in the North West Territories, or something like that, says he, and he figures, do that for a couple of months, and then take the money he earns from that and set himself up using those funds. That would work, I have no doubt.
We'll see what he actually ends up doing, though. I don't trust that his mind is even partially made up yet. I know how he works... I do it too, to a smaller degree - think of and talk about lots of different options, and see what comes down the pipeline.
Anyway.
His ex called last night. They're still working things out. I picked up the phone, and tried to pass her off to my brother, but she wanted to talk to me first. She wanted to hear about the whatzit, and etc etc etc... and I'm trying to be all cheery with him glaring at me.
So I finally got fed up with that, and passed the phone over, and he went into the room he's staying in, and closed the door... and Andrew and I went into the room farthest away to watch tv and stretch...
And I could still hear the yelling.
I HATE yelling. Our family yelled a lot, and I don't think it's useful nor emotionally healthy. I hate the emotions that are caused by being yelled at, and the emotions that are caused by yelling. In all the time we have been together, I've yelled once - I was angry at Andrew's mom about the whatzit planning, it just felt like she was disrespecting me over and over, and I snapped and yelled, and then burst into crazy tears, it was horrible.
But that's the only time. And he's never yelled. We don't yell, and I'm proud of that.
So my brother was yelling, and I just felt awful. I mean, I felt for him, I felt for her, and it sucked.
Tonight we're having peanut butter rice noodles with broccoli and spinach, for dinner. Other than that, I've got no plans, except, of course, the work out and stretching. My brother will be around again, too.
Fun fun.
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Date: 2004-08-05 10:07 am (UTC):D :D :D :D
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Date: 2004-08-04 11:03 pm (UTC)my family has always yelled a lot, too. i hate it. *sigh*
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