GRRR!!
Wow, I'm irritated. My family is driving me bonkers. I've been on a Monkees kick for the past month or so, which, as far as I'm concerned is perfectly normal. Everybody has their things they're obsessive about; My bro loves trains. My Dad loves cars. My Mom is crazy, so who knows. My Uncle Jeffrey loves Bass Fishing. I love horses and good music, and my musical love at the moment is The Monkees. I've been watching the DVD's every day for a couple of weeks, just an episode or two at the time, which I don't think there's anything wrong with . I don't see it as being any different that watching a particular TV show, because, duh, it's a TV show. I went through a passing phase with The Monkees about 10 years ago, but it faded, other than me listening to a lot of their music once a month or so. It's different this time though, because I am old enough to appreciate their genius, and "get" a lot of the random jokes that are used in the dialogue Their music is brilliant, the comedy outrageous and uplifting, and they're all 4 attractive dudes. (Though we all know I love Davy!)
However...
My family seems to take each and every opportunity they can come up with to make fun of me incessantly. It doesn't really do much for my self esteem. I can be sitting in the kitchen on my laptop, minding my own business, watching the Monkees, with headphones on and making no noise at all, and end up being harassed non stop. When Dad comes in he always has something to say about how stupid he thinks they are. I don't see them as being any more retarded than the Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello, or Sanford and Son, all of which he loves. In fact the writing and acting is tons better. Now I realize that I'm 22 (almost 23!) and I can easily just ignore the comments. And for the most part I do. But he definitely doesn't make it easy, and I'm starting to become paranoid and think there's something wrong with me liking them. I mean, yeah, I've written a little fanfiction. And I daydream about Davy Jones sometimes. I have pictures of him on my computer, and he's usually my background on my desktop. I like to listen to their music in my car, and I like to watch the episodes. But I don't sit in my house and never leave, or refuse to talk to anyone, or ignore my wonderful husband or anything. I mean...I don't think I'm doing anything wrong...? I don't see it as any different from someone watching Grey's Anatomy or Sex and the City, or having posters of movie stars on their wall...but I feel bad just the same.
Anyways, I just had to get that off my chest. Nobody really reads my journal, so whatever, but it makes me feel better to say stuff sometimes!
And now, just for:
Yeah. What he said.
However...
My family seems to take each and every opportunity they can come up with to make fun of me incessantly. It doesn't really do much for my self esteem. I can be sitting in the kitchen on my laptop, minding my own business, watching the Monkees, with headphones on and making no noise at all, and end up being harassed non stop. When Dad comes in he always has something to say about how stupid he thinks they are. I don't see them as being any more retarded than the Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello, or Sanford and Son, all of which he loves. In fact the writing and acting is tons better. Now I realize that I'm 22 (almost 23!) and I can easily just ignore the comments. And for the most part I do. But he definitely doesn't make it easy, and I'm starting to become paranoid and think there's something wrong with me liking them. I mean, yeah, I've written a little fanfiction. And I daydream about Davy Jones sometimes. I have pictures of him on my computer, and he's usually my background on my desktop. I like to listen to their music in my car, and I like to watch the episodes. But I don't sit in my house and never leave, or refuse to talk to anyone, or ignore my wonderful husband or anything. I mean...I don't think I'm doing anything wrong...? I don't see it as any different from someone watching Grey's Anatomy or Sex and the City, or having posters of movie stars on their wall...but I feel bad just the same.
Anyways, I just had to get that off my chest. Nobody really reads my journal, so whatever, but it makes me feel better to say stuff sometimes!
And now, just for:
Yeah. What he said.