Originally Posted by Zhaylin
Ugh... sounds miserable Melanie!!!!
Thanks Dakotah. I'm way too passive and permissive. I'm not just putting myself down for the hell of it. I was the mostly "cool" mom of the neighborhood. I didn't care if the kids smoked (I typically asked parents if they knew and was okay with it but I let a couple slide by). Drugs, alcohol, sex and cursing were forbidden though. They knew what they could get away with and which buttons to push. I cared more about making them happy and NOT listening to them cry or rant than I was about doing the responsible thing.
I'm working on it, but it's too little too late.
My new rant is that I finally figured out exactly is wrong with my big toe (I think lol). As soon as the snow thaws, I start wearing sandals.
These are the exact shoes I wear Walmart.com: Earth Spirit - Women's Juniper Sling Back Sandals: Shoes.
Only, I tend to wear them with the back strap tucked over my foot instead of behind it. Whenever I walk, for some weird reason, I tend to flex that toe, as if it's trying to grab onto something. As I step down, my toe flexes. Maybe I think I'm going to lose my shoe or something. I tend to do it more with my left foot than my right which is why it bothers me.
I'm going to start wearing the strap properly and see if that helps.
I can't believe I'm still awake...
Hmm. I would think alcohol and cursing be okay but not smoking. Smoking is an addiction that is hard to curb and cigarettes are really expensive in my country. Alcohol is bad but not at moderate or a little but I know way too well too many people abused it. Cursing is fine but getting in conflicts because of your curses is not fine.
And those are some nice looking sandals Zhaylin.
Originally Posted by Linkzelda
You know, constructive criticism is nice, but when combined with exaggerated negativity like this ===> http://www.dreamviews.com/f23/linkze...ml#post1894362, it pisses me the fuck off.
I'm not perfect, but come on....REALLY? Are people really this bad towards imperfection? Ugh. Lesson learned, need to be more perfect.
I need to realize that spending 8 hours on a drawing in one day is clearly not enough. NEEDS MORE PERFECTION.
This is the best advice I've been given in my life.
My English would be too bad to get his sarcasm.
But I've got to be honest with you, this isn't one of your best works. The number of hours you spent on it is surprising though. I used to spend equally long hours of work, or even longer to finish up an artwork and it's not good either.
Originally Posted by Suena
Zhay: You sound like a very loving parent. We do what we do for our children, but sometimes it's not what they want. Mine aren't that big yet, but I'm old enough to understand I could've made it easier on my parents. I was quite a brat. Stick with it. I'm not sure how old your daughter is, the youngest, but I would definitely keep on top of that teacher business. That's just creepy. If she's really into him, you could always try to have a one on one chat with the fellow, see what he's about.
Your reply just made me tear. Or it must be the heat. My palms are sweating profusely, maybe my eyeballs are too.
We don't have much kids complaining about their parents here huh? I know parents try their best to bring their children up but there simply are days when I felt I got wronged for the most insignificant things. I got scolded pretty much compared to others my age. For the smallest things, like placing the soup ladle the wrong way, dripping water onto the floor after I washed my hands, not bringing my mother's slippers to her when she comes home (our house has a clean fetish so we wear slippers at home too). She exaggerate the slippers part and said she can't rely on me when she gets old if I can't even do such a simple task for her. But I was eating lunch at that time and I didn't want to get down, I just started on my food. I called my grandma and she was already on her way with the slippers.
My mum just exaggerates over the smallest matter, forever complaining I don't care about her, rambles to me about her work and my bad father and probably hoping I can understand. She just keeps focusing on the miserable parts of her life, thinking that life is nothing but misery and... I don't even know what I want to rant about. I'm not the best daughter around but I don't drink, smoke, do drugs, sex or anything that's considered slightly nasty. I passed my exams, she never had to worry much about my studies because I can pick them up on my own. My worst bad habits are staying up late and being lazy.
I've got a feeling she wants me to love her like a lover does. But I grew up with her scoldings. How am I supposed to do that?
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