One: my father has cancer. Yeah, that sucks, and what's worse is that my mom is not handling it well. She waffles between being sad and being atomically pissed off at everyone, and she's been pissed a lot lately. Today she blew up over what we were having for dinner, so my brothers and I eighty-sixed that motherfucker and we stayed out of the house for hours. When we got home she was asleep, so we dodged that bullet for the night. I'm sure we'll have to deal with it tomorrow, but at least we have a reprieve for now.
Two: work is upon me once again. I'm pretty excited about a new year and new students, except for the part of me that is still sleeping in bed past 10 a.m. and doesn't want to change into real clothes. I had to start setting up my classroom, and it was not what I wanted to do this week. I've also bought a ton of things, so my bank account is not the happiest place right now.
Three: money does not grow on trees, so I can't do everything I want. Like move out of my parents' house without being strangled by apartment rent on top of loan payments, or travel to places not in the U.S.
Four: boys are still turds. This one dude just can't not prove me wrong every time I stand up for him. He is interested, but he doesn't come through. He doesn't want drama, but allows himself to almost be suckered into a pregnancy trap because he believed her when she said she was on birth control. Then he's not interested in any type of relationship, but his ex-girlfriend is moving in with him. And he doesn't want to hang out now because he's afraid he'll be tempted to kiss me or try to sex me, and I deserve better than that, especially from him (his words). Oh, but he's also in a relationship with his ex (now current) girlfriend again, and has been for a year. But he's not ready for a relationship and he's been flirting with me for a month. And when I finally garner up enough lady balls to ask him if he's in a relationship, he replies with an affirmative, to which I respond that I am not a homewrecker and apologize for flirting with him, because I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS DATING ANYONE BECAUSE HE'S NOT READY FOR A RELATIONSHIP. So he stops texting me.
Like, what? All that happens in the span of a week, maybe, and I'm supposed to keep it all together? Why can't I scream and kick and throw myself on the ground? When did it become unsuitable for adults to release the tension in their bodies with a good, old-fashioned, screaming fit?
Ugh.
