Romeo and Juliet...
If the Montegues and Capulets were smart they would have ignored their fued and blessed the union of their kids. Not only would their kids have been alive, but without all the sneaking around and star crossed lovers drama to tie them together Romeo and Juliet probably would have gotten tired of each other in a couple of months.
My parents missed this lesson in parenting and are no longer talking to me as a consequence of tiff and me living together which is all together awesome (please read the sarcasm here). My mom thinks that I am a lonely, unhappy, depressed, sad individual who can't handle talking to people or being social. I was thinking of organizing a letter writing campaign among my friends and co-workers to prove otherwise, so I'll be taking offers.
I just wish I could tell her
- how several of the seniors I work with have told me every day for the past month how much they'll miss me
- several of my computer students have written my cards telling me how sweet and helpful I was
- how my LSAT students frequently tell me how much paitence I have with them
- about my co-worker's 4th of July party where I knew no one (no one else from our office was invited) and 3 hours later I had everyone endorsing me for President (based on my platform of making Americorp VISTA/Americorp NCCC/Teach for America/City Year/Peace Corps/Military Service mandatory for every single person in American - but that's a whole other entry)
- that my boss asked me to read what she wrote about me before sending it to the Americorp headquaters because it was so nice
- that my boss tells me about once a day she will cry when I leave because she has never had a VISTA as friendly and as helpful as I have been
but of course if I did tell (and sometimes I start to) she just says "well I don't feel like you are happy" and what can I say to that? She told me that nothing I say can change the way she feels.
She did say one interesting thing last night before storming away and throwing the phone down. She said she didn't like where I was or what I was doing with my life and that I didn't like it either. Now it's fine for her to say she doesn't like it, but I'm happy with my life and I told her so. She said something along the lines of "If you just go along with it now suddenly you'll find yourself 52 and still there." Woah - I wanted to ask her who are we talking about here - me or you? Don't take it out on me because you are old and bitter. I also wanted to say that if, at 52, I am still with tiff and have two children, one of whom was on their way to law school, and another of whom was entering their 3rd year of college and who had just made dean's list, both of who were gainfully employed (for the summer and part time for the school year), neither of who had ever been arrested or gotten more than a speeding ticket, both of whom were in happy healthy long term relationships then I would be pretty fucking pleased with myself.
Anyways it makes me unbelievably sad (to use my mom's favorite phrase when describing her feelings towards her relationship with me) that my mom hates me so much but I'm not going to change to be who she wants me to be. Maybe I should send her a copy of Romeo and Juliet with a little note in the cover.
"Dear Mom, trying to control who you child loves has never been a good idea."
My parents missed this lesson in parenting and are no longer talking to me as a consequence of tiff and me living together which is all together awesome (please read the sarcasm here). My mom thinks that I am a lonely, unhappy, depressed, sad individual who can't handle talking to people or being social. I was thinking of organizing a letter writing campaign among my friends and co-workers to prove otherwise, so I'll be taking offers.
I just wish I could tell her
- how several of the seniors I work with have told me every day for the past month how much they'll miss me
- several of my computer students have written my cards telling me how sweet and helpful I was
- how my LSAT students frequently tell me how much paitence I have with them
- about my co-worker's 4th of July party where I knew no one (no one else from our office was invited) and 3 hours later I had everyone endorsing me for President (based on my platform of making Americorp VISTA/Americorp NCCC/Teach for America/City Year/Peace Corps/Military Service mandatory for every single person in American - but that's a whole other entry)
- that my boss asked me to read what she wrote about me before sending it to the Americorp headquaters because it was so nice
- that my boss tells me about once a day she will cry when I leave because she has never had a VISTA as friendly and as helpful as I have been
but of course if I did tell (and sometimes I start to) she just says "well I don't feel like you are happy" and what can I say to that? She told me that nothing I say can change the way she feels.
She did say one interesting thing last night before storming away and throwing the phone down. She said she didn't like where I was or what I was doing with my life and that I didn't like it either. Now it's fine for her to say she doesn't like it, but I'm happy with my life and I told her so. She said something along the lines of "If you just go along with it now suddenly you'll find yourself 52 and still there." Woah - I wanted to ask her who are we talking about here - me or you? Don't take it out on me because you are old and bitter. I also wanted to say that if, at 52, I am still with tiff and have two children, one of whom was on their way to law school, and another of whom was entering their 3rd year of college and who had just made dean's list, both of who were gainfully employed (for the summer and part time for the school year), neither of who had ever been arrested or gotten more than a speeding ticket, both of whom were in happy healthy long term relationships then I would be pretty fucking pleased with myself.
Anyways it makes me unbelievably sad (to use my mom's favorite phrase when describing her feelings towards her relationship with me) that my mom hates me so much but I'm not going to change to be who she wants me to be. Maybe I should send her a copy of Romeo and Juliet with a little note in the cover.
"Dear Mom, trying to control who you child loves has never been a good idea."