Why last year was the same as every other year
Two Thousand Six was a year that was supposed to be bigger and better than Two Thousand Five. Goals were set, and yes they were achieved (some) but when I look back to the entire year, I realize that Two Thousand Six followed the same pattern as my previous years.
Pattern 1: I moved.
Yet again, no big surprise, I moved this year. In Two Thousand Six I moved from New Providence, New Jersey to Bohemia, New York. In Two Thousand Five I moved from New Paltz, New York to New Providence, New Jersey. A year isn't complete until Dave has moved somewhere. Now there have been a couple years where I didn't move, but ever since my Junior Year of High School, I have moved at least once per year. The worst part about moving has always been the packing, but I'm starting to wonder if the worst part about moving is the change of address hassle.
Pattern 2: Still not engaged
Two Thousand Six brought me a big surprise in that, I am still not engaged. I've wanted to propose to my special lady since I graduated and I haven't gotten around to it yet. There is so much that I have to do before I propose and all of it is intensely scary. The first part - I must sit down and speak with her parents, alone. Now I love her family and they are great fun, but I don't think I've ever been totally alone with any one of them at any particular time. The second part - finding the perfect ring. Kelly pretty much told me what she likes, now it is up to me to decide the rest. Too much pressure.
Pattern 3: The Family
This past year didn't bring me any surprises in my attempts to rekindle a relationship with the other half of my family. I was met with stubbornness and resentful attitude at every turn. Everything I did wasn't good enough and even my most true and honest attempts were called false and malicious. I wrote a 6 page letter to my step-father apologizing and attempting to explain my actions (when I was 16 years old mind you). He never got a chance to read it because my mother intercepted the letter and said it sounded "plastic." She told me that nobody "writes like that" and I should try harder to not "sound so pompous next time." After receiving that feedback I realized that there isn't a thing I can do at this point. Every year I try something new and every year I get the same response. I said this in Two Thousand Five and I said this in Two Thousand Six, let's see if I say this in Two Thousand Seven... At some point I have to cut my losses and move on.
Pattern 1: I moved.
Yet again, no big surprise, I moved this year. In Two Thousand Six I moved from New Providence, New Jersey to Bohemia, New York. In Two Thousand Five I moved from New Paltz, New York to New Providence, New Jersey. A year isn't complete until Dave has moved somewhere. Now there have been a couple years where I didn't move, but ever since my Junior Year of High School, I have moved at least once per year. The worst part about moving has always been the packing, but I'm starting to wonder if the worst part about moving is the change of address hassle.
Pattern 2: Still not engaged
Two Thousand Six brought me a big surprise in that, I am still not engaged. I've wanted to propose to my special lady since I graduated and I haven't gotten around to it yet. There is so much that I have to do before I propose and all of it is intensely scary. The first part - I must sit down and speak with her parents, alone. Now I love her family and they are great fun, but I don't think I've ever been totally alone with any one of them at any particular time. The second part - finding the perfect ring. Kelly pretty much told me what she likes, now it is up to me to decide the rest. Too much pressure.
Pattern 3: The Family
This past year didn't bring me any surprises in my attempts to rekindle a relationship with the other half of my family. I was met with stubbornness and resentful attitude at every turn. Everything I did wasn't good enough and even my most true and honest attempts were called false and malicious. I wrote a 6 page letter to my step-father apologizing and attempting to explain my actions (when I was 16 years old mind you). He never got a chance to read it because my mother intercepted the letter and said it sounded "plastic." She told me that nobody "writes like that" and I should try harder to not "sound so pompous next time." After receiving that feedback I realized that there isn't a thing I can do at this point. Every year I try something new and every year I get the same response. I said this in Two Thousand Five and I said this in Two Thousand Six, let's see if I say this in Two Thousand Seven... At some point I have to cut my losses and move on.
posted by David Malloy @ 8:32 AM
1 Comments:
1. Oh man. I moved once in the past umm since I was in first grade. Can't imagine the craziness.
2. I can't wait to hear the story, when it's done!
3. That truly is sad. I completely agree with the fact that at some point you have to cut your losses and move on. I've had bad experiences with some family members (so that I don't even consider them family anymore), but there is really only so much you can take... Sad, but true.
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