Just Another Day

Preface I'm the type of person that takes life one day at a time. Most people view me as a person that doesn’t take the future too seriously but believe me, I do. I'm like a duck in a pond. I look very calm on the surface, but the legs are moving rapidly beneath the water, just to keep afloat. That’s how I feel every day of my life. I’ve stopped asking people for advice because they always gave me the wrong advice. They always think that they know me, but they are dead wrong. Like, my mom always tells me, "Don't try to read my mind, because you'll always be dead wrong all the time." The goes for me. My mom thinks she knows me, but she doesn't. We lost touch with each other once I graduated high school. She knew me until then, then I evolved into a me that sometimes I don't know. My sister thinks she knows, but her problem is she never bothered to get to know me. That seems to be the resounding problem in every family these days. My father may he rest in peace, he died of a heart attack. He always treaded very lightly with me because he didn't like every time I lost my temper. It seems that whenever I lose my temper some weird things always seem to happen. For example, when I was frustrated from a tough day at work, and then I came home to find my dad angry about something or another and trying to blame it on me. I lost it completely and then all the cabinets in the kitchen opened, and things started coming out of them. I went full on "Carrie" on my dad without killing him. My dad got scared and apologized to me, and then everything went back to normal. I told him angrily, "One's home is supposed to be a haven from the outside world not an extension of it!" After getting food for us to eat, everything went back to normal. Another time I lost my temper when my dad and I were at the mall before the New Year. I was excited about going with my now ex-boyfriend to a New Year's Eve party. I was a a restaurant in the mall when I lost my temper. He told me that he was sorry, but he didn't want to take a girlfriend to the party, unless I wanted to have a three-some with him and another girl he was taking. I texted him back and told him that I wouldn't go with him. While I was texting him the wind inside the restaurant started wrecking havoc on everything and then the ground started to shack. My dad and I were told to leave be management because of my emotional outburst. My dad and I then apologized and left. My dad told them that I just finished breaking up with my boyfriend and I was feeling some kind of way. They understood and they whispered behind my back that I was a freak of nature. I'm used to this. I think I've watched way to much Marvel and DC movies.and read too much Stephen King novels and movies and start thinking it could be a reality. It can be a reality, my reality that is. I leave it up to the reader. It makes life a little more interesting. I wish my life was like the Harry Potter movies or the Bewitched series. I always wished that I could twitch my nose and everything would be the way I would like it to be. I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jayda Westen, and I just turned 50 years old, and my twin sister's name is Janelle Fuller, since she got married. She married a guy named Greg Fuller; he is a CEO of an engineering corporation. Janelle is my older sister by five minutes, she got married to a guy that has the right last name, because he's full of something and it's nothing good. I believe that Janelle and Greg are perfect for each other. She has five children. I believe that they should have never been parents. They ignore their children as soon as they start to talk and walk. They both believe that children can basically take care of themselves once they can walk and talk. Janelle and Greg's children are: Greg Jr., Michael, Robert, Rachael, and Michelle. I love them dearly but they can be quite the hand full sometimes. My sister always has in her head that I'm her competition. She never understood that I'm not her competition. She needs needs to grow up and be a mother to her children. I'm still getting ahead of myself. My mom and dad's name is are Helen and Walter Westen. I'm very proud of my two fur babies, Miss. Fluffy Pants and Midnight. They are my pride and joy. I'm a proud fur babies mom, and my mom calls them her granddaughters. Chapter 1 I wake to start a new day, feeling the same old same old. Everyday should be something new or not. I have a masters degree in English Literature and I have nothing to show for it. I truly feel likenI have wasted my time and money. I have people in my life that could given me the support, but they chose not to. If they thought it was an awesome career move for me , they would literally go out of their way to sabotage my job search and claim that I'm lazy and just live off of my family. Yes, Janelle you ate such a wow! I can't believe that you're my twin sister. Too many words are going through my mind, and they're not good words. I'm sure that it will make you feel like the very peice of crap that you ate. I love my sister Janelle, but from far away. If she lived in another galaxy I'd love her more. That's just another day in my life. Everyone thinks that I sit all day in a recliner chair rocking my life away. I'm always looking for a job. I recently applied for a job, and nothing. I got an interview, and got a job. Sorry, it's just not happening. I filled out all the paperwork needed for the job, only to find out that they gave the job to someone else. Talking about having the worst luck ever. "FOR REAL!!!" Only to have my mom look at me and tell me," Jayda, I'm not going to live forever. You are worrying me. Where are you going to go when I die if you don't get a job? You know that you can't live with family. What are you going to do with your life?" I answered her as I usually do, "I do have a plan, honestly I do. I just don't want to rush it, it might not look like I'm interested in my life but I really do care about my life and, I'm worried about my situation also mom. I'm just not going to get anxious or sick over a situation that I can't control at this moment." She answers me, "I won't ask you again. I just worry about you constantly. You know that I love you. I only want what's best for you. Even if you're a child that happens to be a failure to launch, just like a bird that doesn’t want to leave the nest." Here I'm thinking that my mom's going to keep her word and not mention my jobless situation, when she starts all over again. It usually starts after she talks to Janelle. All of this because I spend most of days typing away at my laptop. If only she knew that I did this so I won't go crazy. I still make money, but not as much as Janelle so that means that I'm flat broke and in need of financial support. As my mom told me once, "I have no connections and no money, what is going to become of you when I die. " We just finished watching two Jane Austen movies. My life is either, "life imitating art or art imitating life." Just another day in my life.