Farm Tragedies and Returning to UGA

We had a baby goat die on the farm today, which isn’t really unusual or unexpected, as it’s sorta in the nature of raising farm animals that some of them are going to die when they’re young, but all the same my mother really can’t handle this shit. She found the goat dead in the stall and brought it out holding the corpse in her arms like it was a child, crying, and I don’t know, maybe what I mean is I can’t handle this shit. I really wish she’d just sell the livestock if she can’t bear with them dying, because this is just going to keep happening over and over again. And it’s not as though we’re making money from them anyway, they’re supposed to be for fun not something to make you miserable at random times throughout the year.

At any rate, I’m not going to be at the farm for a while after tomorrow since I’m heading back to Athens with classes starting back on Monday. I’m really going to try to focus on developing some semblance of a social life and try to actually do things to force it to happen instead of just writing about how I lack sociality. Right, this has been my resolution for like 3 consecutive semesters now, but I’m really desperate to make some friends since this is my last collegiate semester. I want to actually, you know, meet people in a normal way and become mates with them and go out with them, but the last 15 years of my life have shown that I’m not very good at that, so I’ll probably keep turning to online stuff too, apparently I’m far more charming here. The point is that I’m going to try to actually turn the online conversation into real life interaction – I don’t exactly need anymore online friends.

Also, I haven’t talked to Robin from the previous entry since our initial conversation yet, so things are still on hold there. Hopefully you weren’t too close to the edge of your seat.

october rain

It wasn’t my babeh goat, was it?

i suppose though, in some ways, it’s the same with a family pet. you do develop an attachment to them, & it does tear you apart when they die, but the good times with them outweigh that sadness when they die. xx

Sleeping on it

January 6, 2008

I understand your desire for social interactions that actually hold meaning. I am lacking “friends” as well. I have James, Amanda and Jesse but I want people I can hang out with besides Jesse. Amanda is states away and James has his posessive girlfriend. It makes life lonely. Good luck with establishing relationships. It’s sad about the baby goat but it happens. Your mom needs to accept it.

Olivia Baker

You said ‘mates’ as if you were talking to michael.

cheezit

ryn: They aren’t anything that you would like at all, I’m sure. Nothing thought provoking anyway. Just Transformers and 2 chick flicks, Step up and In the Land of Women.

Nomad of the North

Once when I was a kid, my horse kicked my goat and it was dying so I tried to give it CPR. It didn;t work. Just a random story I’d like to throw out there.

how sad. baby goats are so cute. Your poor mommy. My mom is like that too. We have like twenty cats in the barn and she insists on caring about them even though they frequently die, especially kittens. It kills her. Moms are weird.