all you want to do
Dear Cinemagirl,
I'm writing this today because I care about you. Your chronic mindlessness is out of control. While it's not that kind of chronic mindlessness, it's still affecting you and those around you.
I understand your frustration at always having to be the one who's thinking and doing. I know that it's not fair that the Dude gets to check out in front of the TV and not really think about anything, while you're always making to-do lists and trying hard to keep the household from falling apart. And I'm all too aware that you're frustrated and annoyed by your job, always teetering between wanting to be the perfect employee and just wanting to get the fuck out of there. And it's tempting to not think about anything anymore and just lose yourself in online chatter and falling further into depression.
But you can't. I should have said something before, shouldn't have let it get this far, shoulda woulda coulda. But I'm saying it now: You don't have the luxury to just check out and ignore everything. You can't keep leaving things behind at the grocery store or work. You can't keep leaving chores undone, no matter how tired you are. Let's face it: the Dude's not going to do it unless stricken by a rare cleaning mood. You clean up after other people all damn shift long at work, so what's one more person? Besides, that's what a good housedaughter does. I know that you find that role chafing, but what doesn't chafe you these days?
I know you're tired, worn out and in need of a getaway to the point where you wish you were sick enough for the hospital. I know it's hard. But I also know that you are capable of doing things. I miss the Cinemagirl who used to be able to focus, think, and remember. I miss the Cinemagirl who used to do.
Yours completely,
Cinemagirl.
I'm writing this today because I care about you. Your chronic mindlessness is out of control. While it's not that kind of chronic mindlessness, it's still affecting you and those around you.
I understand your frustration at always having to be the one who's thinking and doing. I know that it's not fair that the Dude gets to check out in front of the TV and not really think about anything, while you're always making to-do lists and trying hard to keep the household from falling apart. And I'm all too aware that you're frustrated and annoyed by your job, always teetering between wanting to be the perfect employee and just wanting to get the fuck out of there. And it's tempting to not think about anything anymore and just lose yourself in online chatter and falling further into depression.
But you can't. I should have said something before, shouldn't have let it get this far, shoulda woulda coulda. But I'm saying it now: You don't have the luxury to just check out and ignore everything. You can't keep leaving things behind at the grocery store or work. You can't keep leaving chores undone, no matter how tired you are. Let's face it: the Dude's not going to do it unless stricken by a rare cleaning mood. You clean up after other people all damn shift long at work, so what's one more person? Besides, that's what a good housedaughter does. I know that you find that role chafing, but what doesn't chafe you these days?
I know you're tired, worn out and in need of a getaway to the point where you wish you were sick enough for the hospital. I know it's hard. But I also know that you are capable of doing things. I miss the Cinemagirl who used to be able to focus, think, and remember. I miss the Cinemagirl who used to do.
Yours completely,
Cinemagirl.