More Venting?
Did anyone hear me asking to be made into this self-sufficient machine that requires no assistance from anyone, save God? It isn`t my fault that you turned me into someone who isn`t concerned with appearances because her main concern in life is to see that what is needed is done.... I suppose it felt wonderful to yell at me when I went outside to get a BOTTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you have a - - - - - - problem with the way I get the shit done, then get your darling boy to do it, why don`t you?! Why me?! And then you expect that I`m going to follow all the rules of decorum required to fulfill the criteria which enable one to live here. What is it that you want? I can easily grab 10 pants from home, lose enough weight to look alright in them, and stop wearing shalwar kameez altogether. It wouldn`t be difficult for me, nor would it be uncomfortable. But that`s not what you brought me up to be, and that`s why I`m not like that. But why are you irritating me so much these days?! Let me be who I am. I have to go to university and be something else altogether, anyways. The axis of tilt of that place is about to change, but what am I supposed to do when you impose those same restrictions on me within our four walls? Don`t go outside, don`t do this, don`t wear your lab coat open, don`t do that. You openly tell me that you used to wear pants shirts without a problem, and do everything else that I don`t even think about, let alone actually do. So what is it? What am I too much of? Bold, strong, different? Yes, I don`t want to be a pathetic little girl, waiting to be taken care of. I want to get my stuff done myself. I want to feel like I`m making more of a contribution to the world, then just sitting and looking pretty. God, and making me into one of these, sheep, these cyborgs is the greatest punishment that you could give me. But it doesn`t end there, no no. I`m sure there`s more. Just wait for it. It`s the 19th today. Just wait and watch please.
If you have a - - - - - - problem with the way I get the shit done, then get your darling boy to do it, why don`t you?! Why me?! And then you expect that I`m going to follow all the rules of decorum required to fulfill the criteria which enable one to live here. What is it that you want? I can easily grab 10 pants from home, lose enough weight to look alright in them, and stop wearing shalwar kameez altogether. It wouldn`t be difficult for me, nor would it be uncomfortable. But that`s not what you brought me up to be, and that`s why I`m not like that. But why are you irritating me so much these days?! Let me be who I am. I have to go to university and be something else altogether, anyways. The axis of tilt of that place is about to change, but what am I supposed to do when you impose those same restrictions on me within our four walls? Don`t go outside, don`t do this, don`t wear your lab coat open, don`t do that. You openly tell me that you used to wear pants shirts without a problem, and do everything else that I don`t even think about, let alone actually do. So what is it? What am I too much of? Bold, strong, different? Yes, I don`t want to be a pathetic little girl, waiting to be taken care of. I want to get my stuff done myself. I want to feel like I`m making more of a contribution to the world, then just sitting and looking pretty. God, and making me into one of these, sheep, these cyborgs is the greatest punishment that you could give me. But it doesn`t end there, no no. I`m sure there`s more. Just wait for it. It`s the 19th today. Just wait and watch please.
posted by Truth at 8:34 AM
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