more than you know
Dec. 13th, 2003 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlI'm getting absentminded in my old age.
I remember when I was living with roommates, and I used to think they all left the kitchen cupboards open. I was always closing the cupboards when I came into the kitchen.
It wasn't until I moved into a one bedroom apartment in 2001 that I discovered that it had been me all along.
The funny thing is, when I first lived on my own, in 1998, I never left cupboards open.
At work, I often send out emails and then realize I left an important bit of information out. I 'finish' documents, then have to go back and fix them up. It's brutal. And it looks bad.
I'm losing my mind. It won't be long before I start acting just like my mother and grandmother.
My mother and I usually talk every Sunday. I'm dreading a conversation, and really hope she doesn't call. I'm not going to call her. I really want a few emails between us first.
Although I'm sort of dreading the emails too.
I've been listening to Christmas music all evening. I'm sure I'll get tired of it soon. I'm pretty happy about Christmas, though, and I've been lobbying for us to get our Christmas tree tomorrow instead of next week.
Now I'm not so sure though. I mean, a week isn't a big deal, right? But I am in a mode of indecision. (It'll pass)
My mother gave me a couple of pictures from when I went to visit for my 30th birthday. There are a series that were taken at my Grandparents house in which I appear frighteningly like my father. The same mannerisms, the same facial expression, I even stand with arms crossed/head tilted/hip askew just like him.
We are more like our parents than we know.
I remember when I was living with roommates, and I used to think they all left the kitchen cupboards open. I was always closing the cupboards when I came into the kitchen.
It wasn't until I moved into a one bedroom apartment in 2001 that I discovered that it had been me all along.
The funny thing is, when I first lived on my own, in 1998, I never left cupboards open.
At work, I often send out emails and then realize I left an important bit of information out. I 'finish' documents, then have to go back and fix them up. It's brutal. And it looks bad.
I'm losing my mind. It won't be long before I start acting just like my mother and grandmother.
My mother and I usually talk every Sunday. I'm dreading a conversation, and really hope she doesn't call. I'm not going to call her. I really want a few emails between us first.
Although I'm sort of dreading the emails too.
I've been listening to Christmas music all evening. I'm sure I'll get tired of it soon. I'm pretty happy about Christmas, though, and I've been lobbying for us to get our Christmas tree tomorrow instead of next week.
Now I'm not so sure though. I mean, a week isn't a big deal, right? But I am in a mode of indecision. (It'll pass)
My mother gave me a couple of pictures from when I went to visit for my 30th birthday. There are a series that were taken at my Grandparents house in which I appear frighteningly like my father. The same mannerisms, the same facial expression, I even stand with arms crossed/head tilted/hip askew just like him.
We are more like our parents than we know.
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Date: 2003-12-15 09:42 am (UTC)Still too busy to have called. but I will soon! one more week until x'mas break!!
And I hear you on the cupboard thing.. I just realized that I've been leaving them open too and accusing my poor roomates.
We are all losing our minds! ahhh!!!
Kiss kiss, hugs!