Fuckin'...
Oct. 20th, 2003 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksAfter holding in my thoughts about nursing school and my future plans for the last two weeks from mom I decided to spill the beans (after posting the LJ entry - heh, guess it's therapeutic).
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".
I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.
