Fourth of July Story

As promised, I have to now tell the Fourth of July story. However, if you still have an extra 5 bucks somewhere in cyberspace, you can still donate and I will not mind we went over the goal amount :)

A couple that we are very good friends with invite us to a BBQ at their house for the Fourth of July. Their identity is going to be protected for various reasons. The promise was an exorbitant amount of fireworks (I am not even exaggerating) that by 10 P.M. was not even half way finished. I mean they have a spreadsheet used as a checklist as to what to buy next year.

We have hanged out with this couple plenty of times. They come over, we go over there and always have an excellent time. We have developed a closeness where we certainly consider us family. We just were not prepared to be considered family as well. I initially thought the party was going to be a big group of friends, and maybe some family… but the ratio was completely opposite.

There is an expression in Colombia about a fly landing in a glass of milk, I think here people say in a bowl of soup. I certainly felt somewhat like that at the beginning of the BBQ. Even though our host introduced us to everyone, I felt awkward breaking the ice. After feeling a little out of place I remember that I am great at breaking the ice, and why not do it with the loudest person at the party.

Since Sally had arrived at the party she had not stopped talking about her sister Susy who was absent from the party. Her tongue was sharp towards her sister so my wife was surprised at my first poke, but I just had to do it… I had to survive… at least until the fireworks and to me it seemed entertaining.

I started to ask about this sister, and if she disliked her so much, why was she talking about her non stop?

Everything stopped and the crickets started their concert. Everyone at once looked at me with big eyes, but at this point I was committed and even after a couple of more colorful comments about her sister, I said tell me more. All the lady wanted was to have someone validate her feelings, it seemed the everyone regardless of the side they took on the situation kind of ignored her.

I wanted to hear her story, I wanted to provide her with an outlet, I wanted to give her a free therapy session… everyone else called this selfless act as me egging her on! can you guys believe that. Ok, maybe I was egging her own for my entertainment, but that is besides the point.

The whole incident started with a 13 year old and her sister Susy who is a grown woman. Susy who is a wiccan seems to be in touch with the universe and willing to educate everyone on its ways, even a 13 year old. I am not sure if she is truly wiccan or not, but I have not met any militant ones, militant atheist, all the time, militant wiccans, no so much.

From what I understood the 13 year old was curious about ghost and other stuff. His inquisitive mind lead him to ask her about the subject of energy and forces. At first Susy welcomed the questions, but then everything went very wrong. The 13 year old made the huge mistake (which I had not been aware of before, and I will take with me as a lesson learned) of using the word paranormal.

Uh Oh, Susy’s main button seems to have been pushed right at that moment. The kid did not know it, but that word brought on the kind of argument that is as important in her life as life and death. Susy proceeded to tell the kid, “THERE IS NO SUCH F#@$ING THING AS PARANORMAL, EVERYTHING IS NORMAL!” Yeap, she yelled, and according to Sally, she continued on to “cuz” the kid out.

Sally told Susy there was no “cuzzing” in her house, Susy initially apologized but later denied the whole incident and the whole family feud had begun. I tried to make the point that she should not be mad at someone that obviously thinks that arguing with a 13 year old is even remotely productive. I explored the anger she felling a little deeper and came to find out that the problems between the sister started a long time ago and all due to a coloring book. I did my best to try to help her overcome her emotions, but I think she is still a little pissed off at Susy.

10 comments on “Fourth of July Story

  1. Save the drama for your mama! Women…

    I always say, “If you were a bystander listening to somebody else complain about what you are whining about, you’d think it was ridiculous. Make up and get on with life.” Some people are just too close to the situation to see things clearly. Thus they perpetuate their own problems. I am just as guilty as the next person…

    There are no winners in an argument. Only losers. It’s better to take a step back and relax before something is said that you will regret.

  2. Robot: Well, this is going to take a long time, so you may want to get some snacks.

    Frylock: No, no, that’s alright. I think I can wait for it.

    Shake: Well, I’M going to get food.

    Robot: THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO, before the dawn of man as we knew him, there was Sir Santa of Claus, an ape-like creature making crude and pointless toys out of dinobones and his own waste, hurling them at chimp-like creatures with crinkled hands regardless of how they behaved the previous year. These so-called “toys” were buried as witches, and defecated upon, and hurled at predators when wakened by the searing grunts of children. It wasn’t a holly jolly Christmas that year. For many were killed.

  3. Sally has every right to be worked up at Susy yelling at her kid. But eventually you have to get over that crap. From what I read, they are family after all.

    But my question is would Sally have been equally angry if Susy had cussed at the kid for using the terms paranormal or supernatural in relation to Christ dieing for our sins and being resurrected.

    If she was angry over the religious content of the discussion, rather than the language, she needs to realize that before she can move on (see paragraph 1).

    Regardless, I like this post Logtar. I thought it was gonna be humorous, then I got in a little and thought it would be preachy. But in the end it’s a third person story and you let people pull what they want out of it.

    Oh and Geek, remind me not to celebrate at YOUR house 😉

  4. One of my old co-workers from back in the day got married and his fiance was Wiccan. Holy wow! What an experience that wedding was. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more diverse group of people in my entire life.

  5. geez what a fourth of july fireworks show and way before the real ones even got started. sounds like a real mess. that woman must have serious issues screaming and swearing at kids. hope it didn’t ruin your day too bad. it’s hard to know what is going to set people off and make them explode, especially hard if they have major issues to start with. it’s really not your fault, in my opinion because how were you supposed to know how bad crazy certain people in the family are. after all they aren’t your family. seems to me like you got the bad end of the deal, just for trying to “break the ice”.

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