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Sometimes I forget that this isn't 2004 anymore; even though there was that traditional ball droppping in Times Square, and I had an insane family trip to Houston for Christmas, it still doesn't quite feel like its 2005. In fact, for me, it never felt like 2005 ever completely transitioned into my life. I guess I write xx/xx/05 onto papers because its habit and its one of those things you just don't think about, but then again, I wonder why time has such importance and value in society.
I also never realized how mean I can be to my mom sometimes. She doesn't need this crap from me. She's put up with so much with dad being out of state and only her to take care of the whole house, I still don't understand why I'm so mean to her. She tells me to go to sleep because it's late and that I'm just looking at crap online (which I'm not, I'm actually looking up hairstyles for my next "rebirth"). She then proceeds to tell me that I should either wash the dishes upstairs, or go to sleep. I don't know, I guess I get irked because she tells me what to do, yet I don't ever tell her what to do except when she wants to know how. She continues by telling me that the way I'm treating her, is exactly the way I'll be treated when I have kids. Somehow, I have to disagree with her; At least I'll have a better idea of what my kids go through day to day, and to be quite honest, I'd be ok if they were homosexual. She doesn't understand us, yet she tries so hard. I giver her props for trying, but at the same time, I know we'll always have that generation gap between us.
It's ridiculous how cynical I was just last year and the year before that. I seriously contemplate whether life really treated me that badly to believe and think in such a way? I guess I had no faith/hope that things could get better or that my efforts to accomplish something would ever be recognized.
I also never realized how mean I can be to my mom sometimes. She doesn't need this crap from me. She's put up with so much with dad being out of state and only her to take care of the whole house, I still don't understand why I'm so mean to her. She tells me to go to sleep because it's late and that I'm just looking at crap online (which I'm not, I'm actually looking up hairstyles for my next "rebirth"). She then proceeds to tell me that I should either wash the dishes upstairs, or go to sleep. I don't know, I guess I get irked because she tells me what to do, yet I don't ever tell her what to do except when she wants to know how. She continues by telling me that the way I'm treating her, is exactly the way I'll be treated when I have kids. Somehow, I have to disagree with her; At least I'll have a better idea of what my kids go through day to day, and to be quite honest, I'd be ok if they were homosexual. She doesn't understand us, yet she tries so hard. I giver her props for trying, but at the same time, I know we'll always have that generation gap between us.
It's ridiculous how cynical I was just last year and the year before that. I seriously contemplate whether life really treated me that badly to believe and think in such a way? I guess I had no faith/hope that things could get better or that my efforts to accomplish something would ever be recognized.