My sanity is being assaulted
My parents have a very interesting position on life: they firmly believe that they are completely entitled to know everything about my innermost thoughts and feelings unless I am completely independent of them. Jesus Christ...in order for me to go to Boston now, I have to have what I delicately call "emotional suicide"--where he demands that I answer all sorts of prying questions about why I do what I do...as if it's his business...I don't even know half the answers to what he asks, then he tells me I'm lying, or I'm not being honest with myself...which is probably true on some level. I know that I have very lazy tendencies and am lazy unless there is some external force that prompts me to be otherwise...but even if I admit that, there'll be a million questions that follow like "why are you lazy?"...I don't know, but I know that I am...and as far as I'm concerned that's all I need to know. It's not even enough to do what he's telling me to do ("show initiative")...I actually have to talk about it...too bad my dad took so much psychology in college (it was practically his minor)...I hate being psychoanalyzed...and if this isn't psychoanalysis, I don't know what is. So with Boston and senior week at stake, I actually have to do this...I can't believe I'm willing to sacrifice my own sanity for this stuff...but I can't let down my friends and Boston is too much fun to miss.
Speaking of HMC, I'm not sure who my parents think they are kidding...I have enough money in cash to go...I swear to God, if they try to stop me, I'll still get on that plane to Boston. They don't want me here anyway.