(no subject)
After having my car issues on I-75 and needing towed home at 1:30 in the morning, I was migraine-inducing-passing-out-exhausted. Don't remember my head hitting the pillow tired. Restless sleep because I'd meant to stay up to try and register for Pottermore. I wake up... to find out that a good friend of mine, who happens to be in Japan and is functioning on a more realistic Pottermore time, knew how much Pottermore meant to me and registered for me. There is no describing how happy and excited I am. (They weren't letting people choose their own user names-- they had a list of available names and you had to pick. My friend picked "ProphecyPixie141" because it was one of the cooler names)
But happy feeling immediately blown when I walked by mom and OUT OF NOWHERE, COMPLETELY SIDE-BLINDING ME, "It's been 15 months now. Have you given any thought to your future? What's next?"
........
deer in headlights. My dad started YELLING at her for bringing up the topic this way and told her to drop it.
Happy feeling gone. Thanks, mom.
I wish there was a way to tell her that I'm trying to have the summer that I didn't get last year-- last year, I pretty much spent three months holed in my room, feeling lost. This year, I'm actually getting out, having experiences, and pretty much forcing Amberly to be my support system as I try and discover what my next course of action is.
(It would suck considerably less if the white collar jobs hiring WEREN'T sales positions. I've looked into this route. I know enough about myself to know that it would devour my soul)
But happy feeling immediately blown when I walked by mom and OUT OF NOWHERE, COMPLETELY SIDE-BLINDING ME, "It's been 15 months now. Have you given any thought to your future? What's next?"
........
deer in headlights. My dad started YELLING at her for bringing up the topic this way and told her to drop it.
Happy feeling gone. Thanks, mom.
I wish there was a way to tell her that I'm trying to have the summer that I didn't get last year-- last year, I pretty much spent three months holed in my room, feeling lost. This year, I'm actually getting out, having experiences, and pretty much forcing Amberly to be my support system as I try and discover what my next course of action is.
(It would suck considerably less if the white collar jobs hiring WEREN'T sales positions. I've looked into this route. I know enough about myself to know that it would devour my soul)