Post by Sisa Huamani on Jun 2, 2016 0:48:46 GMT -5
WEEK ONE- The Fall of Civil Nature
Wednesday
My parents were wrong. My father is such a stubborn man! I told them the news kept stating the spread of the whatever it is wasn't getting better. "No dear you don't understand. Diseases happen all the time we will be fine." I don't know what is worse: that I believed in his words for a short time or that I didn't just go to the big city on my own. I think like them that I am simply afraid to thrust in a unsavory group of people. It's not like they have done any good for us. I'm getting off topic here. My mother being the dutiful wife she is just nodded and told me to listen to my father.
Margaret called from some hotel yesterday. I think it was a snazzy Hamtpon Inn's with the good stuff. It must be nice coming from money like that. What I would do for a vacation from work and all this shit storm. In fact my mother jokingly remarked how if I go to the Capitol maybe I will find myself a decent man. Of course by decent she means one who speaks Quechua and comes straight from the village. I just don't... Fuck it's hard to explain in words. So.. I was raised basically to believe that my only hope was to marry another farmer and be a farmers wife like my mother and grandmother have been for years. The other option was less then savory and involved a process that would take me away from the culture I was raised in and.. Shit I should just be happy my parents didn't go with the arranged marriage for me before coming to the states.
I'm getting off topic again. Speaking of Margaret and her fancy pants hotel stay. I went by her house to the other day to push the mail into the damn mail slip through the door. The one that the mailman I believe clearly does to annoy her. But when I pushed the mail I heard some weird noises coming from inside. Afterward I called Margaret once I was home and she informed me that her boyfriend had been feeling down with something. Apparently some drunk man bit him outside the bar on Monday and he was not feeling in top shape.
Call me crazy but I think maybe Margrets boyfriend caught whatever it is the news has been chatting about. No.. That's just crazy right? The hospitals will find a vaccin for whatever is going on and this flu will pass. I just.. I can't shake the feeling that this thing won't go away. Like this weird ominous cloud over me with every mention of it. I'm going to take a nap to try and shake it before dinner. On the upside we are having steak for dinner! Well it's more like me making my fathers growing favorite meal in a attempt to persuade his favor for going to the Capitol. So.. Goodnight Journal!
Wednesday
My parents were wrong. My father is such a stubborn man! I told them the news kept stating the spread of the whatever it is wasn't getting better. "No dear you don't understand. Diseases happen all the time we will be fine." I don't know what is worse: that I believed in his words for a short time or that I didn't just go to the big city on my own. I think like them that I am simply afraid to thrust in a unsavory group of people. It's not like they have done any good for us. I'm getting off topic here. My mother being the dutiful wife she is just nodded and told me to listen to my father.
Margaret called from some hotel yesterday. I think it was a snazzy Hamtpon Inn's with the good stuff. It must be nice coming from money like that. What I would do for a vacation from work and all this shit storm. In fact my mother jokingly remarked how if I go to the Capitol maybe I will find myself a decent man. Of course by decent she means one who speaks Quechua and comes straight from the village. I just don't... Fuck it's hard to explain in words. So.. I was raised basically to believe that my only hope was to marry another farmer and be a farmers wife like my mother and grandmother have been for years. The other option was less then savory and involved a process that would take me away from the culture I was raised in and.. Shit I should just be happy my parents didn't go with the arranged marriage for me before coming to the states.
I'm getting off topic again. Speaking of Margaret and her fancy pants hotel stay. I went by her house to the other day to push the mail into the damn mail slip through the door. The one that the mailman I believe clearly does to annoy her. But when I pushed the mail I heard some weird noises coming from inside. Afterward I called Margaret once I was home and she informed me that her boyfriend had been feeling down with something. Apparently some drunk man bit him outside the bar on Monday and he was not feeling in top shape.
Call me crazy but I think maybe Margrets boyfriend caught whatever it is the news has been chatting about. No.. That's just crazy right? The hospitals will find a vaccin for whatever is going on and this flu will pass. I just.. I can't shake the feeling that this thing won't go away. Like this weird ominous cloud over me with every mention of it. I'm going to take a nap to try and shake it before dinner. On the upside we are having steak for dinner! Well it's more like me making my fathers growing favorite meal in a attempt to persuade his favor for going to the Capitol. So.. Goodnight Journal!