...This Isn't Just The Story Of A Girl...
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I must be making some of the right decisions...So, I'm pretty sure we're all familiar with the action-reaction rule. Today I did fuck all...as a result...I bought stuff on eBay. Bad Bad Bad thing to do, but whatever. I can't afford eBay, I can barely afford my credit card bill! Well...that's a lie I'll be able to next week. After shoppers pays me...wow...pathetic.
Why is it that every time I do something, or start dating someone new, my family needs to have immediate involvement!? GOD! Everybody gets involved right away and I never really have time to get totally comfortable with the situation! Then they start with the criticism and negativity. You think I need more fucking negativity? So what if i came home ten minutes late? It;s not like you have to tear me a new one. I'm home aren't I? And then they pull the "my house my rules" card. I'm twenty-fucking-one. I can stand on my own two feet, I can walk, dress myself, feed myself, go to the bathroom by myself, I do my own laundry, I work, I pay for my own stuff, walk across the street by myself, so why is it they insist on holding my hand? I'm pretty much self sufficient. Let me go! Cut the cord and so on and so fourth...
Oh, as if that wasn't enough, my sister pretty much thinks I'm a huge fuck up who makes bad decisions. well... according to This article:
a firstborn will naturally be a sort of experiment for the new parents, a mixture of instinct and trial-and-error. Perhaps this will cause the parents to become by-the-book caregivers who are extremely attentive, stringent with rules, and overly neurotic about the minutiae.
For all you who who don't know what the word minutiae is, it means minor detail. Don't worry, with the help of Google and Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary, I hooked you up. So that should explain why I'm so me. My sister thinks I'm emotionally unstable, so that means my parent are...not the case, my parent's aren't emotionally unstable, I can be...but that's only because my hormones aren't done fucking with my head...and they won't be for another 4 years. BY THE WAY...it's not just me, it's every female you'll meet under the age of twenty-five. Sorry guys, but that's life. and even after twenty-five you only have twenty-five years of her being "sane" because around fifty she hits menopause and you get to deal with all the craziness again...plus hot flashes and osteoporosis. And on the bad decisions thing...someones got to do it and it may as well be me, right? Better me than you...so stop complaining and quit trying to be another mother to me, let me grow up the way I want. I'm not stupid. I'm not diseased. I'm not into drugs. I must be making some of the right decisions then.
Get the fuck off my back and let me live...okay? okay.
<3 Ina
P.s. the halloween poll closes friday, then the top three costumes move on to a second and final poll taht will close sunday the 28th.
