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I haven't really done this in a while, but this past semester we kept journals in playwriting and I think I should continue it. Why let all the good ideas go to waste?
My professor and I actually met after the class was over to discuss my plays and my entries. The one comment she had about the entries that will stick with me forever is that I just teetered on the brink of letting others in, getting to the juicy stuff, but I didn't. I've always always done this. I only let people in so far because I'm honestly scared of my own deep feelings. Scared of hurting others more so than hurting myself. But that is where I need to work. I need to care less about others when it comes to my well being over theirs. That sounds selfish and greedy but I don't mean for it to come off like that. I'm afraid to tell the truth as to not harp on trivial things; but that idea sometimes carries over into the larger, more important areas of my life that do need that honesty.
This is how tonight's dinner went.
We all order Chinese/Japanese.
My mom pays for it.
We sit down at the table minus Ariel because she refuses to join us.
My mom, grandma, and I start eating.
My grandma gets a call from my uncle and tells him my mom is ok.
My mom gets upset that my grandma is telling the world about her colon.
Ariel comes in and purrs like a cat, gets her sushi, and retreats to her room.
There is a knock on the door.
3 Hispanic men say that they are delivering a BBQ to Wayne (my stepdad)
My mom tries calling him but there is no answer.
They tell her they have to leave it but they'll be no charge.
I go to the piano and start playing William Finn's "And They're Off!" from A New Brain
My mom goes outside to show them where to put the BBQ.
My grandma goes outside and starts yelling at them to take it away.
My mom and grandma get into a fight.
I continue to play the piano.
WHAT KIND OF FAMILY HAS DINNER'S LIKE THIS?
anyone?
augh. i'm cleaning out the basement/trying to find a job/going to the gym now.
fun times.
My professor and I actually met after the class was over to discuss my plays and my entries. The one comment she had about the entries that will stick with me forever is that I just teetered on the brink of letting others in, getting to the juicy stuff, but I didn't. I've always always done this. I only let people in so far because I'm honestly scared of my own deep feelings. Scared of hurting others more so than hurting myself. But that is where I need to work. I need to care less about others when it comes to my well being over theirs. That sounds selfish and greedy but I don't mean for it to come off like that. I'm afraid to tell the truth as to not harp on trivial things; but that idea sometimes carries over into the larger, more important areas of my life that do need that honesty.
This is how tonight's dinner went.
We all order Chinese/Japanese.
My mom pays for it.
We sit down at the table minus Ariel because she refuses to join us.
My mom, grandma, and I start eating.
My grandma gets a call from my uncle and tells him my mom is ok.
My mom gets upset that my grandma is telling the world about her colon.
Ariel comes in and purrs like a cat, gets her sushi, and retreats to her room.
There is a knock on the door.
3 Hispanic men say that they are delivering a BBQ to Wayne (my stepdad)
My mom tries calling him but there is no answer.
They tell her they have to leave it but they'll be no charge.
I go to the piano and start playing William Finn's "And They're Off!" from A New Brain
My mom goes outside to show them where to put the BBQ.
My grandma goes outside and starts yelling at them to take it away.
My mom and grandma get into a fight.
I continue to play the piano.
WHAT KIND OF FAMILY HAS DINNER'S LIKE THIS?
anyone?
augh. i'm cleaning out the basement/trying to find a job/going to the gym now.
fun times.