I'm discontented. Partly because I should be sleeping right now, but have neither the willpower nor the sleepiness to follow through. My sister is home this weekend, which is nice, since I haven't seen her in 3 months. Tonight, straight after coming home from work, I went to birthday dinner and "The Importance of Being Earnest" with the family. Earlier this week I felt like being a hermit, and the habit just continued. As a result, I have not seen a single friend since Sunday. Though I have a small, can-count-on-two-hands circle of friends, this seems like an eternity. I consider myself a people person, but in actuality, I like having a whole wing of the house to myself. My room, the "back" room, and my bathroom are primarily used by me, and the blanket used for insulation of the AC has acted as a door to the realm of Megan.
At lunch with my parents today, I recounted the tales and woes of 6-12 year olds. They told me how much they liked me working where I do, because it makes me realize why they parent me and Becky the way they do. I have to act like a mom, and in doing so, apparently grow up a little bit. Well, yes, I've graduated high school, and have a job. But I'm 18, and doggoneit, I'm not going to make excuses. I feel frustrated and emotional, and for the most part immature. I don't mind complaining about working everyday. I START TOO MANY SENTENCES WITH "I."
We live in a world of hypocracy. We hate it when we are complained to, but in our times of need, we scream out for attention. Some people live in completely different worlds.
This is my mummbled jumbo for tonight: I need some human contact outside of my relations.
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i really feel the same way.
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