Saturday, December 03, 2005
100 years on this planet
Today was my Great Grandmother Francis’ 100th birthday. My family seems to always rent out this G.I. building for all big occasions on 17th and Federal across from Mile High Stadium. Of course I was running late and when I got their there some silent ceremony thing was going on and we burst through the doors and 1000and of family members are staring at me and my girlfriend. So we walked in and the event remained silent for a few minutes and I couldn’t really see what the hell was going on. I guess my grandma was on the stage sitting on a chair with helium balloons in the shape of 100 tied to it. Then they had her blow out candles that said 100. Channel 7 and 9 News came to cover the event…Too bad I don’t have a TV. My grandmother has made all these years and I swear she still has a tumor in her head that causes her one non-stop 20 year headache. She’s indestructible outliving her husband, three children and one grandchild. She is my Godmother which means she baptized me…I was four and had no clue why I had my head dunked into some holy water. Grandma doesn’t remember me any longer…but she’s 100 and like I said my father’s side of the family the Spanish/Mexican Catholic side is just damn big (it seems like 1000ands of people.) I usually dread participating in such events. I see these people 2-3 times a year and its more like visiting with strangers that happen to be relatives…usually I try to avoid as much personal conversation feeling guilty that I don’t remember the name of who I’m talking to because the last time we talked was at the last funeral or for Easter or a wedding or something a year and a half ago. I guess it’s been like this since I was a kid. I really relate to very few people in this world...including people of blood relation. I wish love was the glue that held people together. Just like I get pissed that my professors can’t be more personal or that so-called friends can’t be loyal. This world seems like one giant façade that’s held together more by conventional stress than for genuine interests. My girlfriend says people just want to have superficial relationships. My boss Bill says I’m different compared to everyone else. Robert, someone I worked with at the Golden Corral in my high school years said, “Dude, were you locked in a closet as a kid?” My sister jokes that my family found me in a field. Of course that’s a joke considering how much we look alike and how I have my mom’s teeth, mouth and nose but in a metaphorical sense….she’s right. I just don’t belong. I sure hope I don’t’ continue down this road of utter isolation for 76 more years. But hey, maybe I’ll get a blurb in 9-News.
Today was my Great Grandmother Francis’ 100th birthday. My family seems to always rent out this G.I. building for all big occasions on 17th and Federal across from Mile High Stadium. Of course I was running late and when I got their there some silent ceremony thing was going on and we burst through the doors and 1000and of family members are staring at me and my girlfriend. So we walked in and the event remained silent for a few minutes and I couldn’t really see what the hell was going on. I guess my grandma was on the stage sitting on a chair with helium balloons in the shape of 100 tied to it. Then they had her blow out candles that said 100. Channel 7 and 9 News came to cover the event…Too bad I don’t have a TV. My grandmother has made all these years and I swear she still has a tumor in her head that causes her one non-stop 20 year headache. She’s indestructible outliving her husband, three children and one grandchild. She is my Godmother which means she baptized me…I was four and had no clue why I had my head dunked into some holy water. Grandma doesn’t remember me any longer…but she’s 100 and like I said my father’s side of the family the Spanish/Mexican Catholic side is just damn big (it seems like 1000ands of people.) I usually dread participating in such events. I see these people 2-3 times a year and its more like visiting with strangers that happen to be relatives…usually I try to avoid as much personal conversation feeling guilty that I don’t remember the name of who I’m talking to because the last time we talked was at the last funeral or for Easter or a wedding or something a year and a half ago. I guess it’s been like this since I was a kid. I really relate to very few people in this world...including people of blood relation. I wish love was the glue that held people together. Just like I get pissed that my professors can’t be more personal or that so-called friends can’t be loyal. This world seems like one giant façade that’s held together more by conventional stress than for genuine interests. My girlfriend says people just want to have superficial relationships. My boss Bill says I’m different compared to everyone else. Robert, someone I worked with at the Golden Corral in my high school years said, “Dude, were you locked in a closet as a kid?” My sister jokes that my family found me in a field. Of course that’s a joke considering how much we look alike and how I have my mom’s teeth, mouth and nose but in a metaphorical sense….she’s right. I just don’t belong. I sure hope I don’t’ continue down this road of utter isolation for 76 more years. But hey, maybe I’ll get a blurb in 9-News.
# posted by Nick D @ 11:42 PM 
