Weekend Update
I wish that there was something interesting to blog about, but there’s not.
This past weekend I:
Babysat (as seen in the picture, meaning that we were playing with trains and fire trucks).
Went to Fiddler’s for Flick’s birthday.
Went to a bbq for one of Pete’s friends.
Learned a lot about a relationship between two people I don’t know that well (but it was still interesting).
Found out that it was ok to be scared about marriage.
Slept a lot.
Did not do any laundry, or anything productive besides clean the kitchen.
Went to dinner with Liz.
Thought about starting up a magazine.
Got a rejection email from Jane.
Went to Hops with Pete and had terrible service.
Tomorrow is summer sales meeting for the company and I have to get up super early to go to Universal and have breakfast. Hopefully I won’t fall asleep. They made us shirts to wear with dress pants.
I talked to my aunt the other day, and realized that my dad is a lot more like my grandfather than I thought. I hate complaining about him, because it’s not really complaining, but it still is in a way. I know that he supported me financially, got me through school, etc etc, and I don’t want to seem unappreciative, because I’m not. But I’m so jealous of other people who actually talk to their dad’s, and I hate that I can’t talk to mine. Not about work, not about Pete, not about anything, unless it’s my car or money. He tells me how proud he is of me, and that he loves me, and I believe him, but when I talk to him about my life, I just want him to talk back.
There is such a cycle that families go through. Personalities are both genetic and environmental, because my father learned how to be the way he is from his father. Unlike my grandfather, my dad didn’t do anything to physically harm us, and there he broke the cycle. He doesn’t talk down to me the way that my grandfather did to him, and there he also broke the cycle. It’s just the communication part that he didn’t get. But I just want my dad to tell me that I’m doing ok with the things outside of work too.