i hate the cold.
i've concluded that i have a knack for surprising myself.
it's 1 pm and i'm at home (on a school day no less). i'm not sick. do the math. it's funny how we all tend to stereotype people. we don't mean to, but somehow our minds form this subconscious mental picture. we might not always show it, but the human mind likes to organize things, categorize them. so where do i stand after today and yesterday? i don't consider myself to be a slacker, not someone who would habitually cut class because they don't give 2 shits. because i DO give a shit.
so why am i at home...? i think i needed a break. a break from the break. for me, it's a not a real break unless i'm alone and free to do as i want. breathe. relax. de-stress my system.
now i just sound like i'm trying to rationalize and justify this as if truancy is bad bad bad thing. oh wait, it is.
well fuck it.
i had this entire thing planned out too. since i get up before everyone else does, i made it sound like i was going through my morning routine. i opened and slammed the front door to make it sound like i left. and then i went back up to my room and slept some more. my mother never checks my room. and for an hour or so, i just lay there and listened. i was curious to see how my parents acted when i'm not around. and it turns out they're exactly the same. nothing different in tone of voice, language, anything.
i'm not sure what i was expecting. but one thing i did learn from listening to them that morning was that they know so little about me and why i do things the way i do. i overheard my mom tell my dad that i wake up extra early so i can make myself tea for the bus ride to school. which i don't. i mean, that's just a small example, but it just annoys me how they assume so much.
i've gotten over the fact that they'll never really understand me. it might be a good thing, after all.
it's 1 pm and i'm at home (on a school day no less). i'm not sick. do the math. it's funny how we all tend to stereotype people. we don't mean to, but somehow our minds form this subconscious mental picture. we might not always show it, but the human mind likes to organize things, categorize them. so where do i stand after today and yesterday? i don't consider myself to be a slacker, not someone who would habitually cut class because they don't give 2 shits. because i DO give a shit.
so why am i at home...? i think i needed a break. a break from the break. for me, it's a not a real break unless i'm alone and free to do as i want. breathe. relax. de-stress my system.
now i just sound like i'm trying to rationalize and justify this as if truancy is bad bad bad thing. oh wait, it is.
well fuck it.
i had this entire thing planned out too. since i get up before everyone else does, i made it sound like i was going through my morning routine. i opened and slammed the front door to make it sound like i left. and then i went back up to my room and slept some more. my mother never checks my room. and for an hour or so, i just lay there and listened. i was curious to see how my parents acted when i'm not around. and it turns out they're exactly the same. nothing different in tone of voice, language, anything.
i'm not sure what i was expecting. but one thing i did learn from listening to them that morning was that they know so little about me and why i do things the way i do. i overheard my mom tell my dad that i wake up extra early so i can make myself tea for the bus ride to school. which i don't. i mean, that's just a small example, but it just annoys me how they assume so much.
i've gotten over the fact that they'll never really understand me. it might be a good thing, after all.