My father just rang me.
He shits me to tears. How is it that he can manage to phone me and maintain a constant monologue for such a long period without so much as a grunt of acknowledgement from me. I often feel that I could put the phone down and just let him ramble until he got sick of it – it’d take him a while to realise I wasn’t there.
Seriously – it annoys me no end. I don’t know why, but it just does. I suppose that’s why I mostly avoid speaking to him, mostly. And my mother.
That probably makes me sound like a terrible person, but the fact is, I’d prefer to be emotionally distant. All my emotions ever seem to cause me is pain.
Anyhow – for a more cheerful way of spending the evening, I’m going to watch Gothika. Then get a good nights sleep – tomorrow at work should be interesting….