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Sacked out on the couch weekend
Jun. 16th, 2003 09:04 amDull weekend. The car has been saved from the mechanics and is doing fine. Repairs were fast and cheap. I was worried it was a bigger problem than it was.
There were conversations over various electronic means on Saturday. Some really great folks, and a really good time. Kept the boredom away.
Dinner last night with Mom and Dad at Saltgrass Steakhouse (Yum!). Dad would absolutely not allow me to pay the bill. "Look Dad, it's Father's Day..." "You just save your money." I tried to put up a fight, and he said he appreciated the gesture, but no.
I find that I have less and less of a relationship with my mother. All she wanted to do was talk politics, and by talking politics I mean give a verbal recap of the radio talk shows she's so enamored of. Mom, I really don't care what anyone thinks of Hillary Clinton's book, and I don't particularly want to hear about her or her husband right now.
I'm getting more and more snappy at her. I find it amusing how she keeps an eye on sports so she can ask me how the Astros are doing and such, but I know she doesn't enjoy it. I appreciate the effort, and that you're napping to the Astros playing on TV, but we're still not relating on that level.
I know why my sister stays away. One day I'm going to break my mother's heart. It's coming, and it may not be the gay revelation that does it.
Otherwise, I learned something this weekend. I'm so much stronger than I thought. Seriously. I'm able to walk through some storms unscathed, or at least take notice and move forward. I don't know why that is.
It's not anything in particular. There's not one specific fight I'm referencing here. I'm just talking about life in general. I will admit to accepting some situations were change would have done me better. I surrender to inertia. I'm guilty of taking the easy path when the difficult one would have given me so much more.
If I could learn that I can take more risks, I think I would do better. I'm afraid to fail, but I should allow myself to do so. I can come back from it. What I need is a motivating push. A kick in the pants.
I don't know what the next step in my development is. Whatever or wherever it is, it's going to have to move me out of my comfort zone. That's just the challenge I need now. Unfortunately, I expect it to fall into my lap.
Time to open up the window and let in better weather.
There were conversations over various electronic means on Saturday. Some really great folks, and a really good time. Kept the boredom away.
Dinner last night with Mom and Dad at Saltgrass Steakhouse (Yum!). Dad would absolutely not allow me to pay the bill. "Look Dad, it's Father's Day..." "You just save your money." I tried to put up a fight, and he said he appreciated the gesture, but no.
I find that I have less and less of a relationship with my mother. All she wanted to do was talk politics, and by talking politics I mean give a verbal recap of the radio talk shows she's so enamored of. Mom, I really don't care what anyone thinks of Hillary Clinton's book, and I don't particularly want to hear about her or her husband right now.
I'm getting more and more snappy at her. I find it amusing how she keeps an eye on sports so she can ask me how the Astros are doing and such, but I know she doesn't enjoy it. I appreciate the effort, and that you're napping to the Astros playing on TV, but we're still not relating on that level.
I know why my sister stays away. One day I'm going to break my mother's heart. It's coming, and it may not be the gay revelation that does it.
Otherwise, I learned something this weekend. I'm so much stronger than I thought. Seriously. I'm able to walk through some storms unscathed, or at least take notice and move forward. I don't know why that is.
It's not anything in particular. There's not one specific fight I'm referencing here. I'm just talking about life in general. I will admit to accepting some situations were change would have done me better. I surrender to inertia. I'm guilty of taking the easy path when the difficult one would have given me so much more.
If I could learn that I can take more risks, I think I would do better. I'm afraid to fail, but I should allow myself to do so. I can come back from it. What I need is a motivating push. A kick in the pants.
I don't know what the next step in my development is. Whatever or wherever it is, it's going to have to move me out of my comfort zone. That's just the challenge I need now. Unfortunately, I expect it to fall into my lap.
Time to open up the window and let in better weather.
