The Same Things
Tuesday, October 31st, 2006So yesterday, or the day before (it’s so hard to tell working these shifts), I woke up to find that my car was missing. I talked to my father about it who then told me that he and my mother had allowed my sister Adriana to borrow my car. I absolutely freaked out. I would never have let her use my vehicle even if she did ask for permission. She has broken far more than her fair share of cars, and when I’ve asked her if I could use her car I was immediately denied. But I wasn’t angry with her at all, I was only angry with my parents, and I made that quite clear, especially with my father. I pretty much stopped talking to him, which is definitely not the best way to go about things and isn’t going to make things better but it did get my point across.
That same day I went to the pumpkin patch with Brenda and after selecting a couple of very good pumpkins I went back home where I was confront by both my parents, who both seemed very guilty and offered to get me a guitar for Christmas but I just rejected it. I felt like a huge jerk almost immediately and left the house again. I’m not even sure why I rejected it, a guitar would be nice be a nice gift and they obviously felt sorry. I think it’s partially because of my increasingly severe impatience. I’m tired of waiting for everything. Waiting to find work, waiting to put my life in order, waiting to return to school. I find my self so sick of waiting that at times I can’t listen to a song the whole way through because I’m tired of waiting for the next track. I think another cause for why I rejected the guitar might be because my dad said “We can get you a good one, like a Yamaha” which I’m told actually isn’t a good guitar brand and he most likely knew that but was hoping I didn’t.