It’s about 1am... I’m extremely tired from vball practice and a little delirious, so what better time to vent than now?
I’m sick of relationships.
The kind that other people have with another person and they stick the word “significant” in front so everyone else can be the lesser-kinda “other”. I’ve rolled my eyes enough recently to strain a brain muscle. Maybe that’s why I’m all bitter? ... no, maybe not bitter, just aggravated.
Have you ever had someone tell you stuff like:
- that sports will make you a manly, thus no man will want you
- spend more time at home or else you’ll lose the value of having a family, which is what every wise woman must aspire towards
- don’t build a 2nd level to the deck outside because the kids will fall?
- drink this, eat that, do this so you can be beautiful and desired
- don’t focus so much on more schooling because women don’t have to be so smart
- why don’t you date, Julie – are you a lesbian?
- why isn’t anyone going after you – what’s wrong with your male friends
- lower your standards before you get too old to have kids
- you’re too tall, stop wearing non-flat shoes, how are you going to find a Chinese husband if you’re so much taller than him
- all my friends sons and daughters are settling down, why are you embarrassing me... etc... etc...
I basically hear variations of this stuff EVERYDAY. Worst of all, THIS HAPPENS ON THE TTC... during rush hour... usually packed with ppl WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HECK MY MOM IS SAYING. GAHHHH!!!
SERENITY NOW!! SERENITY NOW!!!!
How do you expect me to focus on anything else when the most important person in my life is smearing my face with all this you-should-get-married-and-have-kids-because-it’s-the-meaning-of-life stuff everyday to the point where taking a breath is like choking on fish bones because any rebuttal would jab my insides more as she’ll make me eat my words with her if-you-love-me-then-you’ll-do-as-I-say-without-question-like-how-any-normal-woman-who-respect-their-parents-would-do garbage until all I can muster up are stupid hyphenated run-on sentences that drag my eyelids down to meet their less hairier counterpart call the-bottom-of-my-eye.
I’m going to bed. This sucks. >_<
