Welp. I guess here is where we start. My first entry of what I believe will be many more. I am not some law graduate or some older experience gentleman that can properly verbally convey the English language or make sense of everything in the world. Simply I am a teen soon heading into college undecided. I am not good at introductions or conclusions or really anything in between so this will be an expression of myself for the days or years to come depending on if I stick to this. Now onto my first entry.
Now, I’m gonna be like those English poets that have a title and don’t even explain it but just let the reader figure it out for themselves. So after you read this I hope you understand in your own way what “Birth of Disaster” really means.
It always starts the same way.
Every argument.
Every shout.
Every side-eye roll.
Every Tear shed,
And Every word lost.
Someone always decides to bottle everything up and take it upon themselves to try and fix everything without others help. They don’t express their issues or concerns and let it carry on. They also take in everyone else’s issues/concerns thinking they are helping the other person by doing so.
Let’s take in today.
My parents are having my neighbor, a single 30-year-old hot mama with a 4-year-old kid, and her parents over. My aunt will also be coming. That is all whom we intended to invite. Just 5 people joining my family (which consists of my parents, my sister, and I). Well, my neighbor, Lilly has some ongoing issues with my dad’s friend Jake, who happens to be our other neighbor.
My dad happens to think it’s unfair to invite only one neighbor and not both. You see, when you start inviting just one person, it usually ends up more than one come and they bring their plus ones or fives and it turns from a small gathering into a larger party. My mother understands that clearly and also doesn’t want to create any awkward tension by inviting both neighbors. My father, on the other hand, does not. He believes it is unfair and violates his rules of common courtesy of inviting everyone that wishes to come so that no one feels left out. I can see where he is coming from but this is not the time nor the place for this. We planned everything for only 9 people. Not more not less.
So my parents started arguing.
My dad is pissed.
My mom is crying.
My dad made my mom look like the bad guy.
My mom is furious at my dad for making her look like the bad guy when she was just expressing Lilly’s P.O.V.
Both are now silent.
We have reached a standstill.
They believe the only way to fix this is to cancel everything and say goodbye to all our plans. If that happens then both parties are still upset, there are ingredients in my fridge that may be there for weeks until they go bad now, and my mother will sink into a further depression.
So I ask, how else can this go?
My father refuses to be wrong.
My mother doesn’t want to have more work on her hands or any tension between involved parties.
And I just want food, some silence, and to get to work on time.
So I ask, what is there to do?
The answer, we’ll see…
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