Previously on The Gays of our Lives…
I reconnected with my cousin, who was finally in a good place. He got a new job serving kids in community up north, and moved into a new place with a friend. Things turned into chaos with him, as it always does.
Our uncle passed away, he was stuck up north. Tried to fly back to see him in the hospital, but missed him. Then again with the funeral. Then his grandfather passed away. Same thing. He tried to fly back and missed him by one hour. Missed his funeral because he hopped on the wrong charter plane. I picked him up so he could at least have a shoulder to cry on.
He tried to cry to his roommate/friend about what happened and she told him that he was bringing down her vibe. He removed her facebook. When I picked him up that day, he was dealing with the fallout for that one. She called the police on him for removing her from Facebook. Then this bitch of a cousin couldn’t manage a patch of ice. He broke his ankle. He lives on a third floor with no elevator.
I asked him how he was holding up and now I’m just pissed off. He lost his house key. She won’t let him in. His phone is dying. He is staying at a friends house. He couldn’t manage a house key?
I go years without talking to this guy. He used to be a Type A. His friends always hated me. They’re cluster b’s. They’re crackheads, tweakers, felons, etc. I am a judgemental person, I avoid these parasitic creatures. I don’t agree that everyone suffering is a victim. People really do just have weak characters and make bad choices. Society wants us to coddle them. They’re parasitic, and I refuse to give up any of my own resources to them.
I always abandon my cousin to avoid the fallout of his choices. His roommate is a recovered crackhead and an ex stripper. I would never be friends with someone like that. Now look at where he is? He can’t see a red flag to save his life.
Compassion fatigue? Or healthy boundary? I don’t care.
It’s not we-esteem, we-confidence, we-identity, we-anything. Adults who can’t meet their own needs are parasitic to me. I watched them become parasitic to policy and society. I could rant and rant forever here. I’m just venting before I respond to this fucktard.
Oh, I should add more backstory. I tune in every couple of years to see how he is doing. He is family. We grew up together and were very close. He was like a best friend to me. Every time I saw him he was an addict or trying to recover and getting into trouble. His life is always so messy. Right before we reconnected this year, he hit rock bottom, again. He got arrested and fought police while blackout drunk with friends. They recorded it and shared it online. He went to rehab, got clean, the charges were dropped so he could continue serving community. So I have hope for him. Just need him to get away from these creatures that he hangs out with. Find type A’s! But I can’t help him through it because he needs to learn to smarten up.
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