Back in Black
Sorry bout the ending to that last entry. I had to go meet Matty to go away this weekend. You see... last Friday I just finished the hardest exam I've ever taken and then this weekend was supposed to be relaxing up at LG with the fam. Friday was great. I had been so distant last week because of that exam that Matt and I werent able to spend time together like we normally do. While driving home we had some great conversations. We were so into it that we missed every single turn-off to get to my dad's in LG! Later that night, we couldnt sleep because we were still updating each other - telling new jokes we've learned and talking about the newest events in our families. I had so much fun. It was like being back in elementary school and having a sleepover with my best friend.
Saturday was great, too. My little bro, Dougie, was confirmed (a Catholic thing) and he chose me as his sponser. I was so honored, and so proud of him. After the event, my family went to lunch/dinner. This included my mom and her mother and my dad and his parents, Doug, Rich, Becca and Matt. For the second time since 1998, my parents were civil to each other (the first time was during my wedding)... though my mom did have to make a snide comment about having to pay the bill even after my Dad gave her $50 to cover his $15 meal. Still, it was nice that Matt and I didnt have to divider our time between my parents, and I could tell that Doug was very happy too.
Sunday everything came crashing down. I was brought to reality and realized how hard this coming holiday was going to be. Everyone is pulling us to spend Christmas with them... and I feel that everyone says "Oh it's okay, we'll understand if you cant do everything with us" and still becomes disappointed and angry when we have to leave. There's not enough time to visit with my family... there's not enough time to visit with my friends... and instead of this holiday being something joyful and happy many people end up spiteful or sad. Things should be simpler than this.
Living in the city should be simpler. Things should be more accessible, more updated and less expensive. With this many businesses there should be a plethora of available jobs, and there should be enough competition so that they offer competitive salaries for consumers and competitive prices for customers. Instead I only see more sadness, poverty and hopelessness than I ever have before. I fear that in the next four years I, too, will be consumed by this misery.
Saturday was great, too. My little bro, Dougie, was confirmed (a Catholic thing) and he chose me as his sponser. I was so honored, and so proud of him. After the event, my family went to lunch/dinner. This included my mom and her mother and my dad and his parents, Doug, Rich, Becca and Matt. For the second time since 1998, my parents were civil to each other (the first time was during my wedding)... though my mom did have to make a snide comment about having to pay the bill even after my Dad gave her $50 to cover his $15 meal. Still, it was nice that Matt and I didnt have to divider our time between my parents, and I could tell that Doug was very happy too.
Sunday everything came crashing down. I was brought to reality and realized how hard this coming holiday was going to be. Everyone is pulling us to spend Christmas with them... and I feel that everyone says "Oh it's okay, we'll understand if you cant do everything with us" and still becomes disappointed and angry when we have to leave. There's not enough time to visit with my family... there's not enough time to visit with my friends... and instead of this holiday being something joyful and happy many people end up spiteful or sad. Things should be simpler than this.
Living in the city should be simpler. Things should be more accessible, more updated and less expensive. With this many businesses there should be a plethora of available jobs, and there should be enough competition so that they offer competitive salaries for consumers and competitive prices for customers. Instead I only see more sadness, poverty and hopelessness than I ever have before. I fear that in the next four years I, too, will be consumed by this misery.