Shirking My Parents' Concern.
October 06, 2003, 04:04 pmI went to Columbus this weekend to see my sister and her new house. The drive up and back was pretty uneventful. We ate. We played Parchisi (which was my first time ever).
It was pretty fun.
My sister told me that my parents are concerned about “how I'm doing.” Phew. I understand that they care and worry about me, but sometimes I get the feeling that they think I'm a freaking helpless moron. I guess they just don't fully understand me (which doesn't bother me that much because I think truly understanding someone is probably the hardest thing, if possible at all).
When my parents were in high school and college they had a lot of friends and I don't think they can understand that I don't like having a lot of friends. Friends are an obligation.
Bleagh. I'm fine, damnit.
The thing is, my eyes have been opened and I can never go back.