there's a punch line in here somewhere.
Twenty-two years and a B.A. degree in Political Science later, my mother has finally decided that it's okay for my sister to sleep over at someone else's house. It might just be too little, too late for that, mom.
I really don't enjoy it when my mom tries to talk to me because it too often devolves into lecturing me over what I should and shouldn't do. During these exchanges, I can't help but think snarky thoughts, like, "As if I needed your help," but I just feel all too aware of how much of an entitled asshole I'm being. And when I think of how little maintenance of the relationship with my parents actually requires, I wonder if I'm just getting out of line. I feel like the spoiled kid, blinded by her own privilege. At any rate, this is the last summer I ever stay at home, doing nothing. Long Island just invites too many opportunities to be frustrated, caged in.
Yesterday was just one of those quintessential nights that I would have updated LiveJournal about the second I got home if I was sixteen years old and not disillusioned. It was the first time I felt comfortable conversing in a large group. It was just an undeniable combination of good people and good food on a good night.
I've become quite the health nut recently; surprising even myself. I've become just the kind of person I'd have been uneasy about a few years prior. I feel like I'm alienating my family with my views because no one really wants to engage with them; and the "way things are" is the way out. It's frustrating.
I would really like to travel this summer; but with tickets getting as expensive as they are, I'm not sure how realistic that goal is. I'm scared my life is going to stagnate, that I'll just be contented with the "Long Island mentality."
I've got so much crap in my room I really just need to part with. Old notebooks from high school? Don't think I'm going to ever use those. But I've been avoiding cleaning for a number of weeks, because I don't want to confront the reality of throwing those away; the fear I'm making a big mistake.
I really don't enjoy it when my mom tries to talk to me because it too often devolves into lecturing me over what I should and shouldn't do. During these exchanges, I can't help but think snarky thoughts, like, "As if I needed your help," but I just feel all too aware of how much of an entitled asshole I'm being. And when I think of how little maintenance of the relationship with my parents actually requires, I wonder if I'm just getting out of line. I feel like the spoiled kid, blinded by her own privilege. At any rate, this is the last summer I ever stay at home, doing nothing. Long Island just invites too many opportunities to be frustrated, caged in.
Yesterday was just one of those quintessential nights that I would have updated LiveJournal about the second I got home if I was sixteen years old and not disillusioned. It was the first time I felt comfortable conversing in a large group. It was just an undeniable combination of good people and good food on a good night.
I've become quite the health nut recently; surprising even myself. I've become just the kind of person I'd have been uneasy about a few years prior. I feel like I'm alienating my family with my views because no one really wants to engage with them; and the "way things are" is the way out. It's frustrating.
I would really like to travel this summer; but with tickets getting as expensive as they are, I'm not sure how realistic that goal is. I'm scared my life is going to stagnate, that I'll just be contented with the "Long Island mentality."
I've got so much crap in my room I really just need to part with. Old notebooks from high school? Don't think I'm going to ever use those. But I've been avoiding cleaning for a number of weeks, because I don't want to confront the reality of throwing those away; the fear I'm making a big mistake.