If I’m posting things twice, it isn’t my fault. It’s tumblr’s.
My mother, who I have never gotten along with, has asked me to use my computer while I’m gone this weekend. Instantly, I told her no.
She has a reputation for downloading things that shouldn’t be downloaded as well as going to sites with a tendency to leave bad things behind. Aside from that, my computer is someplace where I’m allowed to be myself. I don’t have to hide any files or pictures, because I’m the only one who uses it.
So the question stands: Do you think I’m being unfair by telling my mother she can’t use my computer?
It’s the key to every good relationship.
Mother to child. Father to child. Friend to friend. Sister to brother. Boyfriend to girlfriend.
It doesn’t matter, because every relationship is made up of the same basic principles.
So why when I say “I think our relationship is falling into a dung heap, because we lack communication,” does one think I’m making a joke? I don’t joke about these things. I take almost every relationship I have very seriously. We may laugh and make jokes, but this is a part of the basic formula of our communication.
If you move away, yet expect to keep our relationship strong, and I call/text/message you, but you never want to talk, how is it my fault we’re failing? How is it my fault three and a half years of loyalty doesn’t shine through in my voice anymore? How is it my fault you care more about drugs and video games than our future together?
Please, take a look in the mirror when this is all over and say to yourself, “Hmmm, maybe I should have talked to her for once, and she wouldn’t have left me for that rich computer programmer.”
Always making me cry.
I have been doing absolutely nothing. Basically.
My job isn’t giving me many hours. I spent a week in Bloomington. Applied for a lot of jobs. No call backs. :[
I’m going camping this weekend for Memorial Day! Yay!
There will be a ton of delicious food, a lot of drinking, and epic karaoke by yours truly as well as Stephanie Anne. Brilliant. Sleeping in a tent, swimming every day, and not giving a shit about how fucked up we’re going to be the whole time.