Family is overrated

Family is overrated. People always say that blood is thicker than water, but most of the time the people making statements like that have no idea what a dysfunctional family can be like. It’s easy to make sweeping ignorant statements like that when you are blissfully unaware of how bad it can be.

Most of our wedding guests RSVPed in a timely manner, most far ahead of our RSVP deadline. I have one cousin who makes it seem like it is painful to say yes and that he doesn’t really want to come, so he decided to RSVP on the very last day for both deadlines I set and then complain that the sites were malfunctioning on the last day. That is probably our wedding website and Evite quietly telling him that his presence is unwanted. We really don’t want to host guests who are ungrateful and make it seem like it’s a chore and a hassle to come to our wedding. Just don’t come with an attitude like that.

And then I have an aunt who has been passive aggressive with me since I told her that her on again, off again boyfriend would no longer be welcome at the wedding. I refuse to host drama at my wedding events. I sent a reminder to RSVP for the optional wedding events. She forwarded my e-mail to her best friend… well, she thought she did, and asked her advice about whether she should continue ignoring me or just respond finally. She actually made the mistake of sending it…. straight to me. So I called her out on it and emailed her back, telling her that I don’t believe I was meant to be the recipient of this message. She dumbly responds, saying she has no idea how that got sent to me and that it had nothing to do with my message, and yes, she will be attending both optional events. What a pity.

Short attention span

I realized today that a short attention span is not only affecting my generation, but also the generation before me. I sent out an e-mail reminder regarding the welcome dinner and farewell brunch that Chris and I are hosting around our wedding to my side guests, and my cousin’s wife responded to me, letting me know that she already let us know that she is coming to our wedding. Well, if she had read the message I wrote, I explicitly asked for an RSVP for Thursday night and Saturday morning, not Friday’s wedding. Her message came off as passive aggressive and just annoying. She also probably didn’t notice that I blind copied everyone, so it wasn’t just like I was singling her out.

It’s sad when people can’t even read one- to two-line e-mails anymore and immediately read two out of ten words, choose to get mad about it, and then have to have someone else point out to them that they misread, misunderstood, and are just flat out wrong.

Bad karma

I don’t know if it’s bad karma, if it’s some higher power telling me that these work trips aren’t good for me, or if it’s just really horrible luck, but this is the second time in two weeks that I’ve encountered a flight cancellation. I don’t even receive a reason for it this time. I originally had scheduled a direct flight from Atlanta back to New York this evening, and between back-to-back meetings this morning, I listened to a voice message from AA telling me that my flight got cancelled – no explanation, no nothing. Instead, I got re-booked onto a flight connecting in Charlotte, and instead of getting back home around 9:30, I wouldn’t be landing at LaGuardia until nearly midnight. Nothing seems to be working out quite well for me in the last two weeks.

I sat on my connecting flight from Charlotte to LaGuardia in the first row of economy in a middle seat, which I never get, but I succumbed to choosing it since by default, they were mean enough to put me in an aisle seat near the back of the plane. These are the moments when I actually remember why flying can be so terrible and why people hate it. It’s also the moment when I realize that I never would have been happy as a consultant. I mean in this situation, it’s only been two back-to-back weeks of work travel, and I’m already miserable and want it to end. If I had to spend 90 percent of my time traveling and living out of a suitcase for work, I’d probably quit after a month.

Yearbook picture

I woke up this morning to a Facebook message from a cousin who usually makes zero effort to keep in touch with me. He simply said that he saw a photo on his Facebook Newfeed and linked it to me. I clicked it, and it’s a San Francisco George Washington High School yearbook staff photo from 1996-1997. I caught my breath when I read the text before looking at the photo and immediately realized that was Ed’s last year of high school and also the year that he was on the yearbook staff. He joined the staff to participate in some extracurricular activity and also in hopes that he might make a friend or two. Unfortunately, he didn’t, and he didn’t enjoy his time on the staff at all. In the group staff photo, it’s exactly as I would have imagined it: it’s a large group of students, smiling and looking at the camera, and on the left side of the photo is my brother, slightly off to the side and away from the others, looking seriously at the camera. All the names of everyone pictured is also noted in the photo description.

You think it might make me happy to see an unexpected photo of my brother, but the truth is that in this context, it does not. If anything, it made me want to cry when I saw it because it just made me remember how much he hated high school, school in general, and how alienated and alone he always felt. He always felt ignored or misunderstood or unimportant. I was too young then to realize that my brother felt that way in school, and I had no concept of loneliness or depression at that time. I only learned about it shortly after he graduated when he started revealing to me how he felt. I always look back and wish I could have understood more and helped him, but I suppose that at age 11, most things of that complexity should be out of my reach.

I missed him all day today, and not just because I saw this photo of him and was reminded of the deepness of his pain and suffering and sadness. It’s also because overall, this has been a really grueling, frustrating, and tiring week, and I just want to be done with everything and everyone from this week.

Unexpectedly in Philadelphia

On my return home from Tampa today, I had a connecting flight through Philadelphia. I knew the winds and rain were a bit crazy since I felt a lot of turbulence on the flight to Philly, but I didn’t realize that it would cause several delays and ultimately a flight cancellation for my return to New York. I waited for hours and hours for an update, and of course all the airline agents were agitated and didn’t know what to tell us. The airport was packed with thousands of passengers who had been displaced, so tension was thick in the air, and I heard a lot of yelling and swearing as I walked through the AA terminal.

I’m only two hours away from New York City, I thought as I charged my phone at an available outlet and tried to figure out my next steps. I could try a car service, maybe even Uber it, wait for a flight tomorrow… what’s it going to be? Oh, well, the car services were all unavailable until 2pm tomorrow, no flights were going to land at LaGuardia airport tonight, and all flights for tomorrow are booked up also until 2pm tomorrow (magic time it appears to be), Uber refused to let me input any address not in Pennsylvania, and when I tried calling the first three airport hotels, they had zero rooms available.

I ended up finally booking a hotel in downtown Philadelphia and booked a seat on Amtrak to get back to the city by midday tomorrow. I never thought I wouldn’t be returning back to New York on this trip via plane and that I’d have to take a disgusting Keystone train back to the city. This trip has become the most exhausting trip ever, and it was all for work. All I want to do is go home, and I can’t do that. My level of frustration is at an all-time high.

He’s alive

I woke up this morning in shock after having a dream that felt so real that I thought there was absolutely no way that I dreamt it all up. I dreamt that Ed came back from the dead; no, he insisted in the dream that he never died, that he was always here. And he was really happy. I’d never seen him smile like that before… well, except the Seattle weekend we saw Shania Twain in concert.

So Ed was alive, and I was happy. But then the next thing that I learn is even more startling: he tells me that our mother is gone — she died. I’m not sure what to feel. Should I be ecstatic that Ed never died, or sobbing with grief that my mother is dead? And how does he even know she is really gone?

It’s like in real life: you can’t have everything you want, can you?

Dress maker visit

I went to see my dress maker yesterday afternoon to discuss what the skirt of my dress is going to look like. As we were discussing the material and the stretchiness, she asked me how the planning was going in terms of managing my family. I was vaguely aware that her family had a lot of dysfunction, but for the most part up until yesterday, I never really told her about my family at all. I told her there was more drama than was really necessary and let her know about my aunt, her estranged son, my selfish cousins in Brooklyn… oh, and the fact that we have two of my mom’s long-time good friends coming to this wedding from Hawaii who don’t realize that Ed is not here anymore.

My dress maker has become like my pseudo therapist. She talked me through these situations and suggested I email these family friends and briefly let them know about Ed. “This little gesture will solve a lot of problems later,” she advised. “Trust me. Don’t let this potentially ruin your wedding day.” She even offered to write the email for me.

If only more people could be this helpful.

Dessert selection

Last night, I was going over dessert selections for our wedding and deciding what sweets we wanted to offer. We tasted a number of options that we liked during our visit to Southern California last month, and it will definitely be a tough decision to finalize which ones we want to move forward with. As I was going over the selection and the costs, I found myself thinking about Ed and which ones he would want the most. He always like fruit filled desserts as well as chocolate anything, so as long as that was on the table, he’d be happy and satisfied. I thought about the chocolate mousse with raspberries we tasted and how much he would have loved that, and the oreo and s’more items we tried. The list is endless of the things he would have enjoyed and have been excited about if he were here.

It makes me sad to plan this and know that as each day goes by, we get closer to the big day when he will not be there to enjoy and celebrate with us. I thought about when I have thought about him during this process, and it tends always to be at moments when I am happy or excited about something. I rarely think about him when drama arises with my aunt or my cousins, or when friends or family have made up bullshit reasons for not coming. My brother would have been there no matter what; that’s what siblings do for you. They’re not like your flaky friends from high school or your cousins who say they look at you like you’re siblings, but in practice do not at all, only when it’s convenient for them. Siblings make each other their priority in life; they are extensions of yourselves. if you fail your sibling, you are failing yourself. The sad thing is, this doesn’t apply to my dad or his siblings, but with Ed and me, this was very true. And that makes me even sadder to know he won’t be there for this day.

Rain, rain

It is unusually warm for February in New York. It’s in the 50s, and today it rained steadily all day long. I went from meeting to meeting, call to call, and ended the day at around 6pm feeling the most exhausted since I was at the peak of my whooping cough. I could barely keep my eyes open by the time I left the office. And I knew I had plenty of wedding planning items waiting for me when I would get home. The “work day” wasn’t quite over yet.

Weather has great effects on a person’s mood and energy levels, but what is arguable is, is a person stronger or more resilient the less she is affected by external factors like weather, temperature, etc.? Some days, it doesn’t bother me at all and I keep trekking along. Today, it seems to be up in my face, wearing me down and making me want to go to bed ASAP.

Dumb guests

If I really had it my way, there would be some relatives that I would not invite to my wedding. One of them would be my selfish, negative cousin in Brooklyn, his wife, and son. Their marriage is a complete facade; they got married because they were both getting old, and his wife really wanted to have a baby for all the wrong reasons (to fulfill parental/societal pressure, ticking body clock, etc.). Now, they are married, have a child, and are completely miserable together. They were miserable before, but now they are just miserable married. What a happy ending.

They had been putting off RSVPing for our wedding for a long time, partly because I’m sure they didn’t want to come (San Clemente is too far away from Brooklyn, apparently; they even told my aunt that it was too expensive to go, even though they both earn a very comfortable living and are probably in the top 1 percent of earners in this country), and if they chose not to, I probably would have been happier. But in the end, I’m sure his mother guilt tripped him, and he decided to come. And he had to make sure to be difficult about it. Today, he texted me and asked if he could invite his good friend from high school to my wedding.

What kind of grown 42-year-old man who has a wife and toddler asks his younger cousin if he can invite his grown man friend to her wedding?