-- the sound of wings .18
Too much hiatus, too much time without change. There is far more to worry about than $85.
[Private]
I loathe waiting without purpose-it’s been the story of the last five years of my life. Wait to escape. Wait to teach students my Father’s style. Wait for graduate studies. Wait for permits. Wait for someone to walk up the stairs and knock on the door. Wait for the sound of sirens, the empty footfalls of my Uncle on the stoop. Waiting between the stacks and between dusty pages for something wildly miraculous to change my life.
This is not the life I fought for. If I am waiting than so is he-and he cannot be ignorant to the fact that he is the third named in the will (second now), and unless it’s forcibly changed before I turn 25, I win. Two more years. Grandfather's dead, you've taken care of my Father, and I can't imagine why you'd stop at me and declare such an uneasy truce. You know where I live, don’t you, Uncle? You sent your daughter here as an unwitting eye, didn’t you, dear Uncle? I can’t wait for change (or an accident) anymore. I will change nothing as a sociology professor at a University. It’s time I grabbed Fate by the neck and squeezed.
There is a difference between revenge and being proactive, after all.
[Private]
I loathe waiting without purpose-it’s been the story of the last five years of my life. Wait to escape. Wait to teach students my Father’s style. Wait for graduate studies. Wait for permits. Wait for someone to walk up the stairs and knock on the door. Wait for the sound of sirens, the empty footfalls of my Uncle on the stoop. Waiting between the stacks and between dusty pages for something wildly miraculous to change my life.
This is not the life I fought for. If I am waiting than so is he-and he cannot be ignorant to the fact that he is the third named in the will (second now), and unless it’s forcibly changed before I turn 25, I win. Two more years. Grandfather's dead, you've taken care of my Father, and I can't imagine why you'd stop at me and declare such an uneasy truce. You know where I live, don’t you, Uncle? You sent your daughter here as an unwitting eye, didn’t you, dear Uncle? I can’t wait for change (or an accident) anymore. I will change nothing as a sociology professor at a University. It’s time I grabbed Fate by the neck and squeezed.
There is a difference between revenge and being proactive, after all.