Drive
Thought about the previous post when driving home just now. Every time I write in a weblog about my family, it always seems so negative. In fact, I get along pretty well with everyone. Yes, they're entirely dysfunctional, but knowing about some other flavors of dysfunctional family that exist, mine is a blessing. Sigh, see, that negativity again... "they're not axe murderers or anything," I'm saying... Well, whatever. My parents still do a lot for me. I mean, take all the emotional entanglement I've had with them over the last year out of the equation, and gaze upon the fact that, despite my grumbling about their sometime refusal to treat me as a fellow adult, they lent me the money to move to Boston in 2000. Is that the action of parents who don't want their kid to ever leave home?
Well, maybe. I think they feel that way deep down, but on another level, they knew what was, in reality, best for me, and they gave me that push. I'm sure I can't really appreciate how difficult this must have been for them.
God bless people, and how very, oh so very complicated they can be.
I let Carla down twice over the last week. First I missed her solstice party, then I missed her RPG night tonight. I sent her mail saying I'd be in after 8pm, and after dilly-dallying at Arcus and at home for a few extra hours before leaving, came in the door at 11:30pm.
"We were worried about you," she said, very sincerely, as I approached her room to apologize. I felt surprised.
She accepts my apologies. Actually, when I came in the door, Charles got out of bed to meet me, and made himself the first to say that he was glad I had arrived OK.
Wow. See, I can write all I want about how happy I am to finally have real friends and everything, but I still have a lot to learn about how they work. Like: they don't go inactive when you're not looking, and if you act as if you have nobody thinking about you, then you can get into trouble with the people who are. On the other hand, they forgive you for stumbling now and again.
It's pretty neat, really.
Well, maybe. I think they feel that way deep down, but on another level, they knew what was, in reality, best for me, and they gave me that push. I'm sure I can't really appreciate how difficult this must have been for them.
God bless people, and how very, oh so very complicated they can be.
I let Carla down twice over the last week. First I missed her solstice party, then I missed her RPG night tonight. I sent her mail saying I'd be in after 8pm, and after dilly-dallying at Arcus and at home for a few extra hours before leaving, came in the door at 11:30pm.
"We were worried about you," she said, very sincerely, as I approached her room to apologize. I felt surprised.
She accepts my apologies. Actually, when I came in the door, Charles got out of bed to meet me, and made himself the first to say that he was glad I had arrived OK.
Wow. See, I can write all I want about how happy I am to finally have real friends and everything, but I still have a lot to learn about how they work. Like: they don't go inactive when you're not looking, and if you act as if you have nobody thinking about you, then you can get into trouble with the people who are. On the other hand, they forgive you for stumbling now and again.
It's pretty neat, really.