Dammit, don’wanna “adult” today

I started writing this about an incident that took place at work today, and scrapped it by the second paragraph. I don’t need to delve into that crap again, not while familia is in need.

Middle sis is having some blowback from all the trials and tribulations of the last 2 years of her life. She didn’t have a heart attack, but she did go to the ER to get checked over ‘just in case’.

Remember this: NO ONE is an island able to stand alone. We all need each other, no matter if we are an island in a stream or one 100 miles offshore.

Now, I have intentionally NOT CALLED HER, not because I didn’t want to hear her voice or spend time with her, but because she is the “healer’ in the family, and I know she has been pushing her limits lately. I didn’t want to add to her burdens. And I still don’t want to add to them, especially now. (and I have no poker face/voice. She’d spot in an instant that I had shit on my soul weighing heavy, and would drag it out of me. )

And I don’t want to bring it up here either as its quite intimate to me. (intimate, non sexual, but close to the center I protect with violence.)

I’ll tell ya right now, I have not one clue what is going on in the world because I have not been paying any damned attention: what’s weighing on me has priority.

And frankly, the rest of the world could go to hell in a hand basket right now (it is, from what I have seen, Thanks Joe and Handlers.) because I have to get my gear straight before I can fly again.

That’s not to say I haven’t been writing, I just haven’t felt comfortable hitting the publish button. Kinda like those first two paragraphs I wrote earlier,,, Only this time I hit delete (something I try not to do anymore, but those two were pure crap,,,)

But one thing I am noting, without needing to look into headlines and propaganda: People are frazzled. Normally gentle types are getting feisty. Feisty types are acting confused, and many dominant personalities are showing signs of submission. Even those that are usually heads in the sand are sensing ‘shits off’, and that somehow, the wheels are off this train, even though its amazingly still on its tracks, sorta, sumpin like.

Thats was part of my ‘adulting’ today. I had to be the one to stand between two others and be the nuclear cobalt rod to temper the oncoming shitstorm I saw brewing. Why me? Why didn’t the crew leader do it? Who the fuck knows, but then, I am the one that doesn’t wait for shit to hit the fan first. And I was able to diffuse the situation in short order, but damn, I was prolly 3 seconds from getting cold cocked by one of the guys.

What started it? I still don’t know, but I can say the ‘problem child’ has home issues and other issues, and those usually mean ‘short fuse’; only takes a spark, and sometimes that spark isn’t what it seems. Thats the best I could come up with.

Now, IF’n I were the boss, I would be shuffling some peeps around to help break things up for a bit, but I am not said boss and I highly doubt there will be such. SO, Crewleader is gonna get to witness a rematch at a later date, and this time it may come to blows. I hope not because because both boys are beasts in their own right, and someone is gonna get hurt, BAD!

I’m gonna cut this short now, I need to call Sis and see if there is anything I can do to help out from here, or if I need to make a trip to her place and help out for awhile, to take the load off her and her S.O. for a bit.