So, I was really planning on talking anymore about the video thing. I changed my mind when I was on the brother of the troll’s Facebook profile and saw this exchange:
C: Well don’t send your cousins video to Tosh.O!!! Because that’s not nice at all either!! LOL!
K: It’s not like it was Sami’s video!
C: She should get a web redemption..
K: And if I wouldn’t have done that….she would have never been able to be considered for one!
As you might be able to tell, the culprit is K and the brother is C. I’m a bit shocked that K doesn’t even seem to realize that what she did is wrong. I shouldn’t be, since the Morris family is full of folks who lack remorse. Still, I was a bit hopeful that maybe my generation and my dad’s generation would be able to overcome the sociopathic tendencies of some of our ancestors.
At least when I say and do crappy stuff, I have a twinge of remorse over what I’ve done. Usually, I go around apologizing for everything I do because I know that I have a tendency to hurt other people. I guess she didn’t inherit the excessive guilt gene. Maybe that comes from my mom or from my dad’s mom or the combination.
I also find her lack of realization that I might, you know, see the exchange or find the video submission a little alarming. Talking about another human being like they aren’t (a person) is a bit…well, rude. I also love how being the daughter of her mother’s first cousin makes me less family than being her first cousin. I get how people could see first cousins as being really close, though I’ve never been close with my first cousins. (My issue is the whole age difference.) Still, I think of second cousins as still being close enough to still be family.
I guess I shouldn’t be shocked, because the Morris genes do lend to bad behavior. And her grandfather and my grandfather weren’t exactly all buddy-buddy. (Hers lost the family house; mine never forgave him for that.) I don’t even think I’ve met that uncle because of their squabbles. I guess I’m not supposed to be close with folks from that line. We’re like the Hatfield and McCoy clan, except it’s the one Morris sibling’s line versus the other sibling’s line. (Luckily, it appears that the children & grandchildren of the other 9 siblings [that made it to adulthood--one didn't] of my grandfather seem to get along better with my line.)
Oh well…at least I won’t have to be as careful about my anti-Navy sentiments. (My mom’s dad was in the Army, and though my dad’s dad was Navy, I’m still more of an Army girl.)