Who we become
Having people over is a lot of fun. I think it was good for my parents too. It was so last minute Mom didn't have time to put her guard up. An interesting Phenomenon happened tonight. My parents became people again, and not merely the monsters I live with.
They really are good people, I mean I turned out alright--I think. Sometimes I get in this rut because of the lack of space and forget that they are real people too.
Still doesn't change my mind about moving out soon, but at least now I might let them know where I am moving to.
Matthew was quiet tonight, as was I. Sometimes its nice just to listen. I am so glad they came over. I was a tad worried that maybe we'd all be sitting around the table staring at each other, but thanks to Emily who has a way with people and was able to keep things rolling.
This is probably one of my more straight forward blogs, usually there is meaning beyond the surface, sometimes things are as they are. I was glad to have good friends to make my Tuesday something to look forward to.
Right now though, I should be sleeping, I have to be up in less than 5 hours for work. But I was officially diagnosed with Insomnia today by my beautiful friend Rebecca. She is so intelligent she's always looking something up and has factoids to tell me all the time. I think whatever she chooses to do with her life, she will be great at it.
I've been thinking about what I want to be when and if I grow up. I'd like to be a great many things. I just don't know where to start. I think if I could be a barista for the rest of my life-I wouldn't mind that. I like it. But I want to be a wife and a mother, I think I can use my weird creative gifts that way. I wanna sing and take pictures, but not depend on either to make a living. Then it becomes uncreative and monotonous. I want to be able to be there for my husband and kids, problem with this is--I'm not married and I have no kids, so it kinda makes me sad. I guess I will have to go on being a barista.
I was a little upset when a good friend mentioned that my job wasn't really the best job to get me on my feet, I dunno how he put it, but it really did upset me. Kinda made me feel worthless. I work hard at what I do, and I love what I do, and it pays a heck of a lot better than my last job which I worked equally as hard at. I dunno what kinda crack he's smoking to think that just because I am smart and beautiful and funny and creative I am gonna get a job that pays me for what I am worth. Life doesn't always work out the way we plan, and this is better than planned because I never planned anything.
I always thought I'd be this strong independent person, who takes on the whole world and takes care of herself. But the older I get the more I realize that I just wanna take care of somebody else.