I definitely need a nap.
We have no food in our house. Dirk and I have no money, and we bought groceries the entire previous month. In fact, I am having problems remembering the last time Aaron bought groceries. So we're waiting him out. If this keeps up much longer, we're going to have to buy bread and hide it in our room. We already hide the cookies, chips and sodas designated for lunch there because he'll just meander along and eat it, even if we've told him it's for our lunches. Aaron bought these huge salads from the salad bar at Giant. Raw vegetables — ugh. My stomach does not accept things like that. There were also horrid pasta bits jammed in the corners. Salad involving raw vegetables is bad enough, but salad involving pasta and moisture and god-knows-what is an abomination. That's right, an abomination. So, I scooped out some raw veggies and cheese (being very careful not to get stuff that was touching the pasta salad), plopped them in a bowl and microwaved them. Fuck cold raw food. I'd sooner eat all our instant mashed potatoes.
I wonder how long it will be before Aaron cracks and buys food. I can be astonishingly resourceful, and so can Dirk.
Last week, Cathy brought over a book to loan me and some news. The book was Rhapsody : Child of Blood. The cover looked crappy, and I thought it would be, but I ended up loving the book. And I'm very discerning about which books I love. My favorite character was Grunthor, who was constantly making references to his species' cannibalism.
Cathy's news was a bit less light-hearted: her brother got his girlfriend pregnant. Now, I've known Junior since he was in elementary school, and I honestly do not want to picture him having sex. Of course, abortion isn't an option. Cathy's family is Catholic in a way that only Filipinos and Hispanic people can manage. And Cathy doesn't think that the girlfriend (or Cathy's mother) would consider adoption an option, because the girl is a foster child (btw, her foster parents don't give a shit, they just want her out of the house). Yay, Junior just graduated high school in June and his life is ruined already.
See, Junior had only been seeing this girl for four months when she found out she was pregnant. Her parents, in typical old-world style, let Junior stay over at the girl's house until late at night, like two in the morning or something. Of course, when Cathy was in high school, she had an astonishingly strict curfew. Typical chauvinism. Junior's parents knew they were probably fucking, but they said, "Let the girl's parents worry about it." Well, ha! Hahahahaha! The girl doesn't have any goddamn parents, and your fucking son is stuck! Even if they break up, he's gonna be stuck with child support forever! Hahahahahaha!
Of course, Junior hadn't been endearing himself to his parents or Cathy any even before news of the pregnancy came out. When he graduated, he demanded to know what his parents were getting him, even though they'd bought him a car when he was sixteen, under the assumption that he was merely getting his graduation gift early. When his car broke down and needed $4,000 in repairs, he demanded that his father pay for it (which didn't happen). He also demanded that his father pay his college tuition (he didn't pay for Cathy's, so he certainly wasn't going to pay for Junior's). His parents do not have money. Junior is in a very bad place, and he's antagonizing everyone by being the spoiled little asshole his parents raised him to be.
And I say good. Karmic backlash is a fucking bitch, isn't it? I only feel bad for Cathy because she's so worried for him. She's always been such a good girl.
I just fucking hate the idea that when a girl gets pregnant, it's her problem. I'm so glad that laws/technology have changed so that she can gouge the fuck out of the guy if he decides to abandon her. Sometimes I think I have a little streak of feminism left.
Okay, I'm trying to calm down. I shouldn't be so pleased about the situation, but it isn't just a big fuck-you to Junior (who I don't have any problems with aside from the fact that he's a demanding little shit); it's also a big fuck-you to his parents and their double standards. I. Do. Not. Like. Hypocrisy. It drives me up the fucking wall. When people around me are being hypocrites and using double-standards in their lives, I almost have to bite my goddamn tongue in half to keep from screaming at their stupidity.
I'm not really good at having sympathy for other people, especially if they're jerks. If you're a jerk, and you tell me about your problems, it's most likely because I'm savoring the details, not because I care. I'm afraid that this warning might not be helpful, because most jerks actually think they're sensitive people.
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