Moths and Unecessary Rating
Small ones, but they're finally starting to crop up. Delicately painted wings, flittering through the night in search of a light source...
I happen to love moths, and I photograph them often. It's one of my goals to meet a Luna Moth in person... lucky Ariana, seeing one at school. I could kick her for her luck!
They don't live very long as adults; they don't have mouths and can't feed. They exist solely to breed and create the next generation. It's truly tragic that such glorious creatures are so short-lived, but it's not really surprising. It's a common thing in our world...
Father is feeling better today, but I don't know for how long. He actually got some sleep; I'm very glad. I haven't seen him that perky in weeks.
Ari's mother is slowly spiraling into madness... while Ari continues to insist that it's a thyroid problem. That may be part of it, but thyroid problems don't make you talk to "The Voices" until you piss the couch, or make you throw temper tantrums like a three-year-old when your coffee spills.
Ari doesn't want to leave her mother alone. She's afraid her mother will throw a fit when she tried to leave for college and force her to stay... you're eighteen. It's now your life, and your decision how to live it. It's a harsh, tough thing to do, but you can't let her keep you tied down like that. You're going to have to leave her, Ari, and emerge from your sheltering cocoon into the real world like all good butterflies do. Life is harsh, sometimes you have to do things you may feel guilty over. But "not living for yourself" being an ingrained part of your personality, a part you consider integral to your being, is not good for anyone... save for those who will come along and abuse that nature.
TL;DR: Warning - Unnecessary bluntness ahead -
Your mother is crazy. She has been losing it for a while, for most of your life, and you knew this all along, denial aside. You have put your life on hold for her since you were very young, and you need to stop letting her control you. You are an adult; live like one. Go to college; this "Taking a year off to be me" bullshit isn't going to help you; those scholarships WILL dry up and you will end up as a layabout like the entirety of my living extended family... well, almost the entirety. You are a bright young girl, Ari; don't let that dry up because you're too softhearted to live on your own. You have three brothers to look after her, and they're fully grown -- they can handle it. They have jobs, lives... they can better cope with it than you. You can't handle stress.
"I can't find my iPod. Fuck it. It's lost forever. I give up." I quote thee.
Live a while on your own, Ari... get out. I don't intend to stick around after next year's summer when I graduate... I may not know what I wish to do, but I do know that if I don't try to do SOMETHING, I will end up doing NOTHING. I don't want to be a worthless layabout like M., B.L., and the rest of the unnnamed.
... Forgive my ranting. This is not meant for Ari's eyes...
Hence the usage of my pseudonym. The ability to speak freely is liberating, but it must be done in secret when your words can be unnecessarily harsh.
On a lighter note, a question. Why is my father incapable of buying the correct-size coffee-filter for our coffee pot? They are either amusingly tiny or irritatingly over-sized... there is a middle ground, man!
I happen to love moths, and I photograph them often. It's one of my goals to meet a Luna Moth in person... lucky Ariana, seeing one at school. I could kick her for her luck!
They don't live very long as adults; they don't have mouths and can't feed. They exist solely to breed and create the next generation. It's truly tragic that such glorious creatures are so short-lived, but it's not really surprising. It's a common thing in our world...
Father is feeling better today, but I don't know for how long. He actually got some sleep; I'm very glad. I haven't seen him that perky in weeks.
Ari's mother is slowly spiraling into madness... while Ari continues to insist that it's a thyroid problem. That may be part of it, but thyroid problems don't make you talk to "The Voices" until you piss the couch, or make you throw temper tantrums like a three-year-old when your coffee spills.
Ari doesn't want to leave her mother alone. She's afraid her mother will throw a fit when she tried to leave for college and force her to stay... you're eighteen. It's now your life, and your decision how to live it. It's a harsh, tough thing to do, but you can't let her keep you tied down like that. You're going to have to leave her, Ari, and emerge from your sheltering cocoon into the real world like all good butterflies do. Life is harsh, sometimes you have to do things you may feel guilty over. But "not living for yourself" being an ingrained part of your personality, a part you consider integral to your being, is not good for anyone... save for those who will come along and abuse that nature.
TL;DR: Warning - Unnecessary bluntness ahead -
Your mother is crazy. She has been losing it for a while, for most of your life, and you knew this all along, denial aside. You have put your life on hold for her since you were very young, and you need to stop letting her control you. You are an adult; live like one. Go to college; this "Taking a year off to be me" bullshit isn't going to help you; those scholarships WILL dry up and you will end up as a layabout like the entirety of my living extended family... well, almost the entirety. You are a bright young girl, Ari; don't let that dry up because you're too softhearted to live on your own. You have three brothers to look after her, and they're fully grown -- they can handle it. They have jobs, lives... they can better cope with it than you. You can't handle stress.
"I can't find my iPod. Fuck it. It's lost forever. I give up." I quote thee.
Live a while on your own, Ari... get out. I don't intend to stick around after next year's summer when I graduate... I may not know what I wish to do, but I do know that if I don't try to do SOMETHING, I will end up doing NOTHING. I don't want to be a worthless layabout like M., B.L., and the rest of the unnnamed.
... Forgive my ranting. This is not meant for Ari's eyes...
Hence the usage of my pseudonym. The ability to speak freely is liberating, but it must be done in secret when your words can be unnecessarily harsh.
On a lighter note, a question. Why is my father incapable of buying the correct-size coffee-filter for our coffee pot? They are either amusingly tiny or irritatingly over-sized... there is a middle ground, man!