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Saturday, October 22, 2005
My oldest sister, who I don't really talk to or care about, is moving to Guam for a couple years because of the military. I was going to attend friendship games at csuf with the best friend, but I was obligated an pressured into coming to her going away party. Good thing I have a laptop, and good thing she has wireless, or else I'd be sitting here watching tv with this little boy whom has no relation to me whatsoever. While sitting here on the computer I decided to list reasons why I hate going to family parties:
REASONS WHY I HATE FAMILY PARTIES
1. fake ass filipino relatives who gossip the whole night
2. everyone asking me HOW'S COLLEGE?
3. drunk uncles who try to make casual conversation which I don't care about
4. me having to fake a smile and hug everyone
5. the wasted time I could be using on other important things, like sleep
6. OH my fucking god, and another uncle just came up to me AS I WAS WRITING THIS asking, "how's college?"
7. being compared to all my sisters
8. AND ANOTHER PERSON JUST CAME UP TO ME AND ASKED HOW I WAS DOING
9. annoying, stupid, loud little kids
10. talking to people I don't really know and care to talk to
Just so you don't think I'm a total bitch
REASONS WHY I LOVE FAMILY PARTIES
1. the food
2. the drinks
I can't believe I gave up a saturday for this shit
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I remembered feeling that way while I read that post, but it is such a foreign feeling to me now because of how much love I've developed for my family since then. No more faking smiles and hugs - that life was so depressing anyway.
My heroes, my guidance, my support, my love:
I thank the universe everyday for blessing me with amazing family and friends. It makes a world of a difference when you stop obsessing about life in the future and take a step back to be grateful for what you already have. Whatever works for you, but gratitude is always my path towards peace.
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