Got my tix this morning. Much, much better seating this year than last year thanks to getting pre sale access. So, that's happiness. Got my drugs. Went to bed. By the time I go to it this morning, it was nearly not morning any more. That will likely make tonight and long night... and I've got the doc's office first thing in the morning... so no sleepy-sleepy for me. Yay.
But... ultimately, worth it. For the tix, I mean.
In talking with the boy at breakfast this morning, I learned that he spent a part of his childhood hating his father. I was... taken aback, I guess, is a good phrase. I didn't know and never suspected. And I'm not talking hate like... my dad said I couldn't do something and I HATE him! I mean... that real kind of hate. I was surprised. That it was and that I wasn't aware.
I know what period of time he's talking about. My bil went through a period of time that we lovingly refer to as the period of time where he "went crazy". During that time, he wasn't entirely kind all the time. He was drinking. A lot. And in the fashion of an alcoholic... hiding the drinking, doing it on the sly, all that fun stuff.
Interestingly enough, when that was happening, I didn't know it either. My sis knew and never said a word... and she kept her house running as if there were no problems at all. How the hell she did that, I have no idea... but she did.
The drinking wasn't alcoholism, not in it's true form... it was self medicating. The "going crazy" wasn't real psychosis or any such thing... but severe anxiety that just... appeared one day. (Well, probably not... but that's how it seemed.) He was anxious, afraid... and he drank copious amounts of alcohol to rid himself of that feeling... not entirely successfully... which caused him to be drunkish, anxious and afraid... and impatient, etc. Well... you can guess the rest.
The line was drawn when the formerly outgoing guy was afraid to leave the house... anxiety was too much. And then... finally, help was gotten... proper medication, etc. After that... things improved muchly. (More than I knew, apparently.) Now things are "normal"... anxiety is controlled by meds and drinking is that of the average adult. (Maybe even a little less than that.)
So... yeah. The boy drops that one in my lap this morning. During our convo about his father's fear. And this convo started because the boy told me that his father has already dreampt of his death (or significant) injury at his job. (My bil is a worrier. About everything. Hello, anxiety.) My bil apparently had a dream (since the boy's been outta the house) that his son was beaten so badly during an assault at work, that he was left in critical condition and fighting for his life. Apparently, causing him to wake in a pool of sweat with a racing heart. (Poor daddy...)
And then the boy said he knew his mom was worried more, now that he'd moved out, cuz every morning around 0800, she sends him a text asking him how he's doing and how his night went.
So... I told him, if he made him feel any better, that I wasn't worried about him at all. (Within the confines of his job.) And... the he called me an uncaring bastard, laughed and said I know. Then I told him I didn't worry because I knew he was well trained, he would do what he needed to do and because worrying was a pointless waste of time and energy. He said he knew that, too, and that was his answer to his parents whenever they asked him if he was afraid or worried while doing his job and he said no... because worrying won't change anything... if he's going to be attacked and assaulted, there's nothing he can do about it, so why worry about something he has no control over? (That's my boy!)
So, yeah. I was just... I never knew that he spent time actually, truly hating his father. I'm glad that my bil, with help, was able to get his shit together and that this happened when my nephew was still pretty young (pre teen years), because it might've been a far rougher go for all involved had that been going on when he was a teenager.
I should work on editing photos... but I don't feel like it. Not at all. And I have photos to take this weekend. Ugh.
Watched the free eps of Strike Back that I received with season one of Banshee last night. It was ok. Don't think I'd buy the series, though... I mean, how good could it possibly be if it's going into it's third season and I've never heard of it??? Not that great, me thinks. I was quite amused by catching an X-Files reference in one of the eps... when Scott & Stonebridge check into a motel under the names of Langley and Byers. (Strike Back writer Frank Spotnitz wrote for The X-Files... and yes, I pay attention to writers and directors and such...) It was two eps, so killed about 3 hrs (cuz of all the stopping and starting I have to do since I'm watching whilst working.) And for free? It was fair enough... I'll be back to Banshee bonus materials tonight...
And then? I have no idea what. Once again, I've run outta things to watch. I always said I'd watch Fringe when the series ended... maybe I should go out and buy the complete series... and do just that. I have a friend that's been waiting for me to start/finish for a couple of years now.
Jeder macht jetzt, was er am besten kann. Ich zum Beispiel mache jetzt nichts. (That's why I'm here...) And my mom saw that right there, in passing, when she was getting the laundry down here a while ago and was like... what are you writing? I answered "German"... and she just said oh... then left.
I'm not a true polyglot (which makes me quite unhappy, if you should know) but I enjoy language (and words) and I... dabble in several... because it makes me wee little brain happy.
Moe mai pepe
E mauru to moe
Ma nga Ariki
Ka kokiri ki te rangi
Moe mai pepe
E rere atu
Te aroha ngou kino nei e