Jan 30, 2006 17:01
I was riding the bus to the library, the only place in the world in which there are functioning computers where I can immerse myself in the glory that is the internet for hours at a time (although the hours part makes me feel guilty, since these are public machines, and the library is for studying). Meanwhile, whilst riding, I overheard a tearful conversation between an over-blond Ugg-wearing CU type and her Daddy about why she couldn't live in the house on the hill for $700 a month, and why doesn't he just sell her horse, then, if he wants to make her feel guilty about this, or she can drop out of college, would he like that?
I feel infinitely superior to this kind of person. I shouldn't, I know, but I do. [as a reference, my apartment costs $600 a month, and I have no roommate]. I do, however, feel better about the world as a whole as a result of this encounter. I don't think I'm quite as much of a brat as I have been in my formative years. I wear mostly second-hand or hand-me-down clothing. I buy generic food, and I cook it myself. I am thrifty (to a degree, but I'm also really bad with money, and as much as I despise these bratty, over-dressed girls, I have always wanted to feel put-together on a daily basis, so I buy more things than I ought to).
One thing that does bother me, though, is thinking about how to my Daddy, on the other end of the phone, I will seem exactly like those girls when it comes time to get him to pay for housing and food next year. I will seem whiny and demanding, and he won't understand why I can't just find a nice place where I can live with 14 other people if that's what is necessary to keep my rent below $200 a month. I guess his perception of me won't change no matter what I do, though, so I might as well save these arguments for when they have to be enacted, and not worry myself this year (mom's year) about what will happen in the next. I only wish there were some way for him to stop treating me as a character of a child, and actually relate to me on a personal level. Maybe realize that in the 8 years since he left the state and, effectively, our lives, his children have done more than a little growing up, and the parental advice he saw on the tv in the 50s (don't drink, do your homework, stay out of trouble) is no longer an effective means of parenting; especially not when administered once every 6 months.