sometimes i wonder if my mother purposely asks stupid questions just to provoke me and see me annoyed. like someone who’s looking for attention. cuz i don’t recall my mother ever being that stupid — and she reminds me often enough that she’s not just by occasionally popping up with crazy insights. it’s annoying for oh so many reasons and on too many different levels.
i want to be able to just pick up and go travelling anywhere without people laying guilt trips on me. i don’t even feel guilty — just mad that they’re selfish enough to lay all that crap on me because they refuse to suck it up themselves. mostly i really just want to see all these places i’ve read about or seen on teevee. be there in person to smell whatever it smells like and soak up people (even if they are crazy). waiting for the day when responsiblities will dwindle enough so that i can run off into some other continent’s sunset.