Or why I get excited about earthquakes.
I read once that children of alcoholics and those coming from abusive, dysfunctional family settings love drama. Gay people do too, so I'm told. Not sure about SSA people though.
I had a really crazy childhood. My mother freaked out every time the wind picked up, or a storm was approaching, or someone looked at her wrong. If my dad was late for supper she called all the bars to see if he was there. (He usually yelled out, "Tell her I just left.") If he was really, really late, she called the hospitals. Once we were in a hail storm at an amusement park, huddled under a tent over some sort of ride, she was crying and frantically praying the act of contrition out loud, hugging my dad and me. She was terrified. I may have mentioned before that she and my dad had violent fights and sometimes both chased us around the house trying to beat us up - yelling and screaming, overturning furniture and so on. It wasn't unusual to be awakened in the night by screams, or a slap across the face and shouting - "Get out of that bed!"
There was a lot of drama.
I thought maybe I should mention this in order to explain why I get excited over earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, and other disasters. Don't get me wrong, I am concerned for the victims, loss of life and property, and the souls lost - but I'm really fascinated by the events.
Once, when the sirens went off and reports that a tornado touched down in Minneapolis, I ran to the roof of my building to see it pass by. It was only 8 blocks away. I was disappointed because it was so low all I could see was a wall of swirling clouds, it had no distinct funnel. I was maybe too close.
So you see. I get excited - not sure that is the right word for it, but you get what I mean.
Both my parents are dead now and I miss their calls. They enjoyed calling to say they were disappointed in me, and that they were going to disown me.
And I still laugh.
Oh. My Internet was down this morning too.