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matilda36Sorry about not being around as much as I wanted, but I had a busy, moody week and today it's the only day I have some peace, both inside and outside.
The cemetery round and consequent family gathering went quite well, only dark spot the V.bad depression one of my cousin is into at the moment. I am very close to her because when I was growing up, we used to live door to door, and she and her son (partner of most of my tomboysh adventures)were part of my family.
My father found new and exciting ways of pissing me off. But now that I managed to calm down, I have a good bit of advice to my fellow slashers: when somebody asks what do you do, tell them that you do "literary criticism". That's what my father does say when asked what is daughter does. And because he doesn't have a clue about my life except that I read a lot, he did come out with this answer. That put me in a very bad mood, because it showed: a) how little my father knows me b) how little my father wants to know me.
The whole thing put me in a very dark funk. Didn't matter when friends pointed out rightly that not knowing me was his loss, and that my problem wasn't my father not knowing me, but me, expecting that my father knows me. I know they are right, and that it's time I stop having expectations of him, but he does come out with this kind of things himself, and they bloody hurt.
So, I braved the cold and the wind, got myself some pampering tools and cleansed my home, my inbox and myself, then sat down with some hot chocolate (mint with whipped cream) and watched wrestling and Horatio Caine while the snow kept falling down. And today I am going to play in the snow in the park while the sun lasts.
As my icon says "living is simple"
The cemetery round and consequent family gathering went quite well, only dark spot the V.bad depression one of my cousin is into at the moment. I am very close to her because when I was growing up, we used to live door to door, and she and her son (partner of most of my tomboysh adventures)were part of my family.
My father found new and exciting ways of pissing me off. But now that I managed to calm down, I have a good bit of advice to my fellow slashers: when somebody asks what do you do, tell them that you do "literary criticism". That's what my father does say when asked what is daughter does. And because he doesn't have a clue about my life except that I read a lot, he did come out with this answer. That put me in a very bad mood, because it showed: a) how little my father knows me b) how little my father wants to know me.
The whole thing put me in a very dark funk. Didn't matter when friends pointed out rightly that not knowing me was his loss, and that my problem wasn't my father not knowing me, but me, expecting that my father knows me. I know they are right, and that it's time I stop having expectations of him, but he does come out with this kind of things himself, and they bloody hurt.
So, I braved the cold and the wind, got myself some pampering tools and cleansed my home, my inbox and myself, then sat down with some hot chocolate (mint with whipped cream) and watched wrestling and Horatio Caine while the snow kept falling down. And today I am going to play in the snow in the park while the sun lasts.
As my icon says "living is simple"
