After getting the car serviced and finding myself not spending a big part of my tax refund I moved the balance to savings with some soft and fluffy idea of taking a cruise or taking a vacation to SanDog.
I was brushing my teeth and doing my flossing and there was a strange feeling on one of my upper incisors. A shard of tooth has fallen off. I can't figure out which one - my tongue is kinda vague on reporting and I can't figure it out with my finger. Tongue tells me it isn't in his job description. When did my body become unionized?
If it is my right upper, then I am probably on the hook for another crown - this another grand. I have a love/hate thing with my dental insurance. I only pay $30 a month and it covers preventive stuff, and a verrrrry small part of repairs. My last crown cost me $800 out of pocket.
I spent some time talking with mom last night. She filled me in on the latest from brother o' mine. In and out court date where he relinquished custody of nephew.
Brother o' mine is a notorious big-mouth asshole in court. I spent enough time waiting in the courtroom for family court in San Diego to realize that big mouth assholes always lose. Minimize the number of words and preface ever answer to the judge with "yes" or "no".
Maybe he learned his lesson along the way, so this hearing was cut and dry.
Mom later found out that he has quit his job, so another white male is unemployed. From FB this morning I noticed a lot of what you can and can't buy on Maine EBT cards posting from him.
50 freaking years old, unemployed and living illegally in a studio, bathing at the YMCA and applying for SNAP. My parent love him, but they must be so proud.
He is the smartest - academically speaking - guy I know. He is also the first to throw a hand grenade and fuck himself over no matter the situation. I have all but written him off because of his attitude that the whole world should be kissing his feet.
It could have been a great life. He ran a terrifically successful video production company for a while. He did video production for one of the local TV stations. He could easily bounce between the camera and the production suite.
Instead of taking his talents and making something with then he chooses to work my parents over for money, calls in every favor he can. Works spottily as a short order cook. Punches people out if he doesn't like them. And spends vastly too much time on line figuring out what argument he can use in his next court appearance.
He reminds me of X1, who is a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic. With a good amount of antisocial personality disorder. I've known far too many people who think rules don't apply to them, that the universe owes them for wrongs perceived and real. Too many people who could be diagnosed as sociopaths because they really don't care about the affect of their behavior on the people who love them. They honestly don't see other people as people.
It is sad. I was heartbroken for years after finding out what X1s issue was. But you can't live your life feeling sad about things you have no control over. No matter how sad.
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