I Just Don't Understand It...
I don't understand how Georgie's mom's brain works.
So at the beginning of the week, George and I start brainstorming a (maybe) spontaneous trip to Disneyland. Both of us knew it probably wouldn't happen, but it was a nice thought anyways. I actually barely thought of it during the week, because I didn't want to get excited over a trip that I likely wouldn't go on.
Then tonight, Georgie and I look at each other while doing our Astronomy homework and we just know. We need this trip, and both of us had been all jazzed up and hyper for no particular reason. It's as though our bodies were telling us, "Go... go.. GOOOOO."
We start planning a trip to Disneyland that we would leave for tomorrow. We planned to leave early in the morning, go to the park, and then drive back home that night- a crazy whirlwind journey. Then I learn that my friend Suzanne will be going to Disneyland tomorrow too- an insane coincidence. THEN I talk to my friend Julia who says that this is a homework/stress-free weekend for her and she'd be happy to let us stay with her in her dorm tomorrow night. Everything begins to fall into place perfectly. The universe obviously wants us there! The Disneyland trip is ON.
Apparently, the universe and Georgie's mom aren't in sync with each other. Georgie calls up her mom to tell her that we have an awesome plan to go to Disneyland and that we'd be back by Saturday.
........You should have seen the light go out of Georgie's eyes when her mom started to shut down our plans. She said that if we followed her "rules" we could go but she still "wouldn't like it". Her rules were that Georgie had to leave our house early in order to get a good night's sleep (meaning she couldn't watch our Thursday night shows) and that we'd have to leave at six in the morning (to avoid traffic later, I guess, though I don't get it). It was the same as telling us that we couldn't go, period. The spontaneity of the trip had been stripped by the rules and her mom's disappointment over the whole thing would be a burden on Georgie's mind the entire time. Her mom has sufficiently rained on our parade.
I knew how upset Georgie was and I didn't want to cause her guilt over my sadness, so I kept all my anger and frustration inside until she went home, even though I felt like SCREAMING. We were so close. Everything was PERFECT. I don't think it could get more perfect. It's just...
Georgie has a tough time. She has a lot of stress from both school and her parents and she needed this. We both needed this, and it just isn't fucking fair.
So at the beginning of the week, George and I start brainstorming a (maybe) spontaneous trip to Disneyland. Both of us knew it probably wouldn't happen, but it was a nice thought anyways. I actually barely thought of it during the week, because I didn't want to get excited over a trip that I likely wouldn't go on.
Then tonight, Georgie and I look at each other while doing our Astronomy homework and we just know. We need this trip, and both of us had been all jazzed up and hyper for no particular reason. It's as though our bodies were telling us, "Go... go.. GOOOOO."
We start planning a trip to Disneyland that we would leave for tomorrow. We planned to leave early in the morning, go to the park, and then drive back home that night- a crazy whirlwind journey. Then I learn that my friend Suzanne will be going to Disneyland tomorrow too- an insane coincidence. THEN I talk to my friend Julia who says that this is a homework/stress-free weekend for her and she'd be happy to let us stay with her in her dorm tomorrow night. Everything begins to fall into place perfectly. The universe obviously wants us there! The Disneyland trip is ON.
Apparently, the universe and Georgie's mom aren't in sync with each other. Georgie calls up her mom to tell her that we have an awesome plan to go to Disneyland and that we'd be back by Saturday.
........You should have seen the light go out of Georgie's eyes when her mom started to shut down our plans. She said that if we followed her "rules" we could go but she still "wouldn't like it". Her rules were that Georgie had to leave our house early in order to get a good night's sleep (meaning she couldn't watch our Thursday night shows) and that we'd have to leave at six in the morning (to avoid traffic later, I guess, though I don't get it). It was the same as telling us that we couldn't go, period. The spontaneity of the trip had been stripped by the rules and her mom's disappointment over the whole thing would be a burden on Georgie's mind the entire time. Her mom has sufficiently rained on our parade.
I knew how upset Georgie was and I didn't want to cause her guilt over my sadness, so I kept all my anger and frustration inside until she went home, even though I felt like SCREAMING. We were so close. Everything was PERFECT. I don't think it could get more perfect. It's just...
Georgie has a tough time. She has a lot of stress from both school and her parents and she needed this. We both needed this, and it just isn't fucking fair.