It irks me that people can be so blindly selfish sometimes. What I hate more is when I end up feeling like the bad guy. I shouldn’t be made to feel like that in the first place when I am obviously just doing what I feel is right. Listen, I apologize that my grandmother’s health trumps your need to go get drunk with your friends. I was just your ride up north. If you had a car of your very own, you wouldn’t have even thought about extending an invitation to me. I didn’t mind taking you up there, that was never the issue. The issue is my grandfather has to leave town because of a sudden death in his extended family and my grandmother is not well to travel. I have to stay the weekend with her, to ensure her safety and well being. So yes, I am absolutely sure there is no way I could possibly find someone else to do it. As if my grandmother is a dog or a plant that can just be placed on someone else to take care of. That woman means more to me than anyone and anything on this planet, point blank. I will break promises and end friendships galore if it involves her. She comes first, always. No matter what. She raised me. She taught me so many things and instilled so much wisdom in to me. She stayed up nights when I was sick, she held my hand when I was scared, she read me bedtime stories. She sheltered me, fed me, clothed me so yeah, I do believe I owe it to her to do whatever I can for her. No questions asked. She very well might need my kidney. That is a very real situation we’re facing right now. Something I would not hesitant to give her. So excuse me if I get a little bitchy when you’re hounding me and making me feel bad because now you don’t have a ride and you don’t know what you’re going to do. I do apologize that it is last second, sincerely so. I do feel bad about that, but I am not a fortune teller. I didn’t expect to get a phone call from my grandfather asking me to come stay the weekend at my childhood home to watch over my grandmother, to make sure she doesn’t fall in the bath or have a seizure or forget to take her medicine. I am beyond pissed off that you would even think it’d be okay to ask me if I was “absolutely sure, no way possible” that I could go. Sorry, but stupid, trivial shit like barhopping in Oxford isn’t really on my top priority list when my family needs me. 

11:23 pm  •  23 February 2012  •  9 notes