Well I don't like posting like that previous blog as much as you might think otherwise.
So here I am covering it up.
I was going to write a lot of very interesting and insightful things I discovered tonight about my family dynamics but it got too personal and I felt less and less comfortable sharing it here.
Suffice it to say that tonight, I gained a much deeper understanding about who my parents are.
My father is a good person. He has excellent morals and he is incredibly bright. But he is a bit of a hypocrite.
My mother is a very loving and kind soul. She is incredibly creative, and possesses a joie de vivre that many people would envy. But she is a busybody.
I love my parents. They are excellent people and they have done a fantastic job of raising me. But I more and more am discovering the ways that I have inheritted my father's hypocrisy and my mother's nosiness. I don't like this. I don't like dealing with it in them more than anything because I recognize it in myself. It's scary. This is why I cringe inwardly when I laugh and I hear my father in it. Or when I see somebody on the street and invent their whole life story in my head like my mother would.
It's very cliche to blame your parents for all your shortcomings and I wouldn't dream of doing that. I am not trying to point any fingers. I'm not really trying to do anything other than describe what's been running through my head lately. Take from it what you will.
(This really has very little to do with my random depressive mood-swings by the way, unless you see some very insightful tidbit that I've somehow missed.)
Oh and I'm aware this is the internet and I wouldn't dream of trying to censor any of you, but if you could refrain from any "your mom" jokes or the like from the context of anything written here I'd appreciate it.
So here I am covering it up.
I was going to write a lot of very interesting and insightful things I discovered tonight about my family dynamics but it got too personal and I felt less and less comfortable sharing it here.
Suffice it to say that tonight, I gained a much deeper understanding about who my parents are.
My father is a good person. He has excellent morals and he is incredibly bright. But he is a bit of a hypocrite.
My mother is a very loving and kind soul. She is incredibly creative, and possesses a joie de vivre that many people would envy. But she is a busybody.
I love my parents. They are excellent people and they have done a fantastic job of raising me. But I more and more am discovering the ways that I have inheritted my father's hypocrisy and my mother's nosiness. I don't like this. I don't like dealing with it in them more than anything because I recognize it in myself. It's scary. This is why I cringe inwardly when I laugh and I hear my father in it. Or when I see somebody on the street and invent their whole life story in my head like my mother would.
It's very cliche to blame your parents for all your shortcomings and I wouldn't dream of doing that. I am not trying to point any fingers. I'm not really trying to do anything other than describe what's been running through my head lately. Take from it what you will.
(This really has very little to do with my random depressive mood-swings by the way, unless you see some very insightful tidbit that I've somehow missed.)
Oh and I'm aware this is the internet and I wouldn't dream of trying to censor any of you, but if you could refrain from any "your mom" jokes or the like from the context of anything written here I'd appreciate it.
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velvet_petal:
Happy '08 Skeeve!
salome:
Thank you for the compliment on my set -- and I'm glad men appreciate a woman who likes her Silliness board!