And Valentine's Day is coming up, too...
Once again, Hunter is thinking about breaking up with his girlfriend. I don't know how many times I've heard this in the last year (maybe four or five; he starts getting that itch every few months) and how he never follows through on it, though. And this may sound mean and very blunt, but if he's seriously going to do it, then he needs to shit or get off the pot. I'm not saying that because I don't like Jessica (I do, actually; she's a sweet girl). I'm saying this because Hunter's been kind of dancing along that line for the last year and talks about it, but he never does it. If he's going to do it, then do it and quit stringing her along.
And it's not like he doesn't love her anymore, but from what he told me last night about it, he feels that their respective priorities have changed. He wants to finish up school and do what he wants to do (hospitality management, I guess; he wants to run a hotel or work on a cruise ship or something...how he came to that, I have no clue, but he wants to do it, so I support him on it). And she just dropped out of school and wants to take classes to learn a trade and be a massage therapist. She was majoring in psychology and wanted to work with special needs kids, but to be honest, I think her current job working with special needs kids is starting to take its toll on her. Hunter's kind of ticked that she won't at least try to finish up and get her degree at the very least. But he also feels that she's pushing for them to get married and have a kid, and he's so not ready for that. He just turned 21, for crying out loud. He wants to live his life.
Hunter told me all of this while I was giving him a back rub last night. (Ironic, huh? I guess I do the job better than his girlfriend. [Oh good lord, I just re-read what I typed. That sounds just WRONG.] Maybe I should go enroll in massage therapy....YEAH RIGHT.) And it gave me pause to think about what I really want out of my life. I've been doing a lot of thinking about this sort of thing lately. I am scared as SHIT to tell my parents that I don't really plan on going back to school to finish up my journalism stuff and how I'd really rather enroll in art school and seriously attempt to work in animation like I originally wanted to do when I was still in high school and before my guidance counselor told me "you should be a writer instead."
I mean, all the signs are pointing to me going back into art. Last week, I broke down and bought a coloring book and some crayons to kill the time during Snowmaggedon 2011. Hunter saw what I was doing and was all, "You're coloring?! Why are you coloring in a coloring book?! I know you could draw something better than just coloring something in!" And, well, he had a point.
I feel like Tangled couldn't have come at a better time, because I hadn't been wanting it as badly as I did before I saw it. If I took anything away from that movie, it was to never give up on your dreams. I think we all need a Flynn Rider telling us, "If you wanted to get out of the tower to see those lights so badly, what was stopping you before?" (Or something to that extent, anyway. Hopefully, you know what I mean.) If anything, that fire's been lit under my butt now.
At the very least, I know Mom is being supportive in this book endeavor. I was telling her about something that happened at work last week during Snowmaggedon, and she said, "You need to sit down and write a book about the crap you have to deal with at work." I told her, "Yeah, actually, I'm trying to. I've been keeping a journal and a blog about it. Now I just need to organize all of that stuff, and sit down and write it." And I don't normally tell my parents about my plans like that, because they just tend to shit all over my dreams and plans and ideas. I feel like I can't tell them about that stuff because of that alone. I mean, some of the most important support you need when you pursue a dream has to be from your parents, right? So how come some parents have to be complete asses about stuff like that?
So MAYBE I can just work my way up from the book idea slowly?
And it's not like he doesn't love her anymore, but from what he told me last night about it, he feels that their respective priorities have changed. He wants to finish up school and do what he wants to do (hospitality management, I guess; he wants to run a hotel or work on a cruise ship or something...how he came to that, I have no clue, but he wants to do it, so I support him on it). And she just dropped out of school and wants to take classes to learn a trade and be a massage therapist. She was majoring in psychology and wanted to work with special needs kids, but to be honest, I think her current job working with special needs kids is starting to take its toll on her. Hunter's kind of ticked that she won't at least try to finish up and get her degree at the very least. But he also feels that she's pushing for them to get married and have a kid, and he's so not ready for that. He just turned 21, for crying out loud. He wants to live his life.
Hunter told me all of this while I was giving him a back rub last night. (Ironic, huh? I guess I do the job better than his girlfriend. [Oh good lord, I just re-read what I typed. That sounds just WRONG.] Maybe I should go enroll in massage therapy....YEAH RIGHT.) And it gave me pause to think about what I really want out of my life. I've been doing a lot of thinking about this sort of thing lately. I am scared as SHIT to tell my parents that I don't really plan on going back to school to finish up my journalism stuff and how I'd really rather enroll in art school and seriously attempt to work in animation like I originally wanted to do when I was still in high school and before my guidance counselor told me "you should be a writer instead."
I mean, all the signs are pointing to me going back into art. Last week, I broke down and bought a coloring book and some crayons to kill the time during Snowmaggedon 2011. Hunter saw what I was doing and was all, "You're coloring?! Why are you coloring in a coloring book?! I know you could draw something better than just coloring something in!" And, well, he had a point.
I feel like Tangled couldn't have come at a better time, because I hadn't been wanting it as badly as I did before I saw it. If I took anything away from that movie, it was to never give up on your dreams. I think we all need a Flynn Rider telling us, "If you wanted to get out of the tower to see those lights so badly, what was stopping you before?" (Or something to that extent, anyway. Hopefully, you know what I mean.) If anything, that fire's been lit under my butt now.
At the very least, I know Mom is being supportive in this book endeavor. I was telling her about something that happened at work last week during Snowmaggedon, and she said, "You need to sit down and write a book about the crap you have to deal with at work." I told her, "Yeah, actually, I'm trying to. I've been keeping a journal and a blog about it. Now I just need to organize all of that stuff, and sit down and write it." And I don't normally tell my parents about my plans like that, because they just tend to shit all over my dreams and plans and ideas. I feel like I can't tell them about that stuff because of that alone. I mean, some of the most important support you need when you pursue a dream has to be from your parents, right? So how come some parents have to be complete asses about stuff like that?
So MAYBE I can just work my way up from the book idea slowly?