V-Carded! An Twenty-something adult male's struggle with virginity and sexual frustration

Do you ever find yourself in the situation where life is boring and quiet all around, and then fate decided to hit you with everything all in one day?

Man, what a backwards and strange day this has been.

My mother just celebrated a birthday and has been greatly enjoying The Office seasons 1-3 DVD that I got her. Tuesday morning I received a call and she sounded like she was in tears and laughing strangely. I waited for her to tell me what kind of crazy stunt that Michael Scott was up to this time that she found hilarious, but then I slowly realized she wasn’t laughing…she was sobbing. She told me that she got a call from my uncle to say “goodbye,” he would be dead in two months. Terminal lung cancer from what I understand.

I consoled her as best I could, not really sure of what to say as the situation was a shocker. Later on in the day she called me back and sounded surprisingly calm and controlled, telling me that she was out of tears and that she accepted the situation, just astonished that the previous call would be the last time she would be talking to her brother. You see, everyone in my family hates one another, and my uncle’s fat wife can’t stand my mother. So when he passes on, she won’t inform her. That’s how cold my family is.

As for myself, I felt bad….not for my uncle but for my mother. My uncle - whom I’m sure I’ve spoken about in this blog before - I hadn’t spoken to in nearly fifteen years until a brief period last year. As I said in my backstory, my mother got cancer last year and while the operation was successful, the strain of it all caused her to go off her meds and I had to put her in the hospital. Meanwhile, I was working contract not only trying to make ends meet, but deal with all of Mom’s problems at the same time.  When you’re contract there is no emergency personal time off, vacation days or whatnot….if you don’t work you don’t get paid. I could NOT miss any more work.

My uncle is retired and practically lives off his wife, thus he sits at home all day. I begrudgingly needed my uncle’s help in taking my mom to the doctor just this ONE time, and if he was decent about it I considered burying the hatchet. My uncle told my godmother (who was mediating) that he didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore as he had dealt with her illness (manic depressive) all his life and was tired of it. What’s more, it was “my turn” to deal with it and I had to “step up.” (”He HAS stepped up, you son of a bitch,” my godmother replied.) When I found out about this, I basically said that if he valued his physical health, he wouldn’t let himself step foot in my eyesight again.

So now the shoe is on the other foot, but unlike my mother my uncle cannot escape this. I wish I could feel more sympathy, but I cannot. If I didn’t shed a tear for my father, then I’m certainly not shedding one for my uncle. But I am sorry about his situation, no one nor their loved ones should have to go through that. I won’t ever speak to him again, but the best I can do for my uncle is wish him no ill-will and drop any hard feelings. That is all I have to give.

Moving on…after a very hectic day with The Boss and I going around and around over a project and leaving early to check on Mom, I got home and was referred to something very interesting. You’ve heard of Kill Bill’s “Death List Five?” It seems like The Beautiful Kind has written up what I unofficially nickname her “Sex List Twelve” (not counting the two already crossed off) of people she wants to fuck and take a look who appears at number four…

Posted July 30th, 2008 in Miscellaneous

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