I haven't written any complaints or feeling on this blog for a while. I wonder if i've become more amenable, more taciturn, or just more apathetic.
***It's strange. As we age, things that seemed to matter suddenly becomes insignificant.
I used to think I really loved him. I couldn't get over him no matter what I did. Eventually, his shadow just turned into a blur in my memory. I even dreamed about him a few times, and we were happy in my dreams. But then I would realize the next day that I didn't miss him; I merely missed the good times we had spent together. He's no longer my "dream man".
***"If you don't like something the way it is, change it." --B.L.
A friend used to encourage me with that phrase. I like the passion and inititive it delivers. I am working on it. Trust me, I'll do it.
***Never try to please your mother, because you can never do it" --Steven Chu, Nobel Laureate
It always bothers me when I think of how much my parents want me to be with them. It's at the point where I think I am their property. I don't quite understand their love. Is it their loneliness? Or is it their manipulative nature? Why do they never let me grow up? I already feel horrible enough that I act like an inmature child all the time. Why do they need to spin the guilt card to make me feel even worse about myself?
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3 comments:
=( I feel you!
About #1 - I guess that's a good thing about growing up. I've noticed it too. Thanks for sharing.
don't beat yourself up, silly. you're doing a great job of being a 'mature adult'. also, remember that being a dutiful daughter has nothing to do with physical proximity.
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