Oh, and by the way...
Ah the famous phrase. The "let me say this and hope you don't recognize what I failed to do" line that you know you've got to mention, but hope goes unheard. Today was an 'oh and by the way...' day.
A little backstory :
My uncle Mike lives in New York. Good man, great location and also an awesome uncle. Him and his wife invited me up to New York to get my life started, and I honestly have been wrestling with myself on the decision. They said they would be back some time in June to pick up a Truck from my Grandfathers house, who lives a stones throw away from my house on the same property. (Can you say 'southern' ?)
I'm 21 years old and I have grown up for the past 12 years in the place I am now. I have no job, I have no car, and only a learners permit that I'm on my second run around with. I know how to drive, I just don't know how to drive well. I want a job, I just have no way of getting there. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place knowing that I'm only going to get out of someone reaches for the hand I have outstretched.
Everyone knew I was fighting with the idea of going. Being raised on a mountain has it's disadvantages. I would walk to a job, but it's either miles away or at the bottom of a mountain that I have to walk highway to get down, and then back up. I'd ask friends, but they have to drive far enough off the mountain every day to get to work they hardly have time to help as it is. My mother and step fater? They work for a state inn, and hardly have time.
So I work around the house to earn my keep. It's pretty crappy, but keeps me from being a true mooch. I even get a little money that I give to my friend Joey to pay the gas money for him to teach me how to drive. However, the lack of a true life has been astoundingly nerve wracking.
/end backstory
I went down to my grandfathers house today to grab the lawn mower. It's that time of season again, and my lawn isn't emo. (Read : it doesn't cut itself) I had been in bed all day with severe jaw pain because of one of my wisdom teeth brusing my gumline. At one point I heard the phone ring, and my grandfather even come to the door pounding to get my attention. I knew the lawn needed to be mowed yesterday... but I could hardly move without wanting to hurl, much less talk back to him as he badmouthed me.
I ask if it has enough gas, and get confirmed I'm ready to go a mowin... but as per usual I sit down for a bit and spend time with my grandma and grandpa. I hardly see them any other time. It's not that I don't have the time, it's just that my grandfather isn't that pleasent of a person, if you hadn't gathered that already. I sit and talk, and get the normal "you're not doing nothing with yourself" routine from him. I grit my teeth like always, pet the dog, ask grandma how she's doing, watch a little TV. The usual.
"Oh, by the way..."
The words ring in my ears. Every single time my grandfather has ever started a sentence with that phrase, it's been bad news. I roll my eyes out of sight and listen in :
"Where were you saturday?"
I'm confused, and tell him I was working around the house and getting ready to go to church the next day. He asked where I was friday, and told him around the house.. as usual. This kind of responce is no big suprise to anyone, considering I have no way to leave the house and I'm home alone all day long. I'm always -at the house- .
Turns out my Uncle Mike came in Friday, and from the way my grandfather talked candidly about it - it was no suprise. He was here all day friday, and left saturday morning.
My grandfather asked "I thought you were going to go up to New York with him, what happened to that?"
This is the point I leave. He can knock on my door and call me to get the lawn mowed, but he can't stick his leg out the door to help me further my own life, and he has the balls to give me the "You're going nowhere" speech just before he laid this bomb on me.
So, here I sit. I can't say if I would be up in New York right now or not. I didn't have time to finalize a decision. There are alot of variables I still haven't worked out and I assumed I'd still have about a week to do so, maybe even two. I wouldn't of minded making a rushed decision, but at least I would of been informed.
Oh, by the way...
I will never be able to hear that phrase again without feeling abandoned and laughed at. As if I'm nothing more than a human joke to that man. Me and him have had our differences, but I placed it on him being a grumpy old man and let it slide. "He's a good person" I'd always say..
What do I say now?