What is so hard about letting me do things my way?
I've moved out. And if any of you have noticed, i'm supprisingly more chipper than I have been in a superbly long time. I'm not spending all my time being drunk or having promiscuos (sp?) sex, I'm going to work and making money, and I'm being fairly responsible all at the same time. Or at least I think so anyway. Now, my mother calls me up to let me know that i've got some mail to pick up, and just goes off the handle telling me that I should still be living home, that I had it super easy, that I wasn't paying for anything that I am now and that I don't need a student loan, that I'm wasting money. Also informs me that all the things that they've given me over the past four months have all been recorded on a little tab that they've been keeping, including any gifts. Then she started nagging about all the things I didn't do, like clean my cat twice a day, keep my room militarily clean, bla-blah blah blah. Now, I don't know about you, but that doesn't really convince me that I've made some sort of terrible mistake in putting some sort of distance between me and that house. I'm twenty one. I'm legaly an adult. I'd like a taste of that responsibility before I become so old that there's something wrong with me for not already have moved out. So maybe this could lead me on a road that's not paved in rose petals, but for god sake, let me find out for myself, let me make a mistake on my own and get out of it, I have before, why wouldn't I be able to do it now? Other people have survived worse disasters, and I am a strong enough person to recover. I'm not my brother, and even he's not doing so terribly. Damn.
Tuesday, July 29
