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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Sup? I'm Char. You may know me from timeless classics such as
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Artist: Modest Mouse Song: Float On [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" Hmm, well, I guess simple is subjective. My mom is a complex character. I have mad respect for her. She was the first person in her entire family to go to college. She got a master's degree with a perfect GPA despite her own parents trying to thwart her every effort to break the cycle of low paying factory work. Now she has three kids who all have college degrees. I can say without a doubt that she's the person who instilled the importance of education in me. She was very blunt about the way the world works and what needs to be done to fit into it. That being said, she isn't what you would stereotypically think of as a "mom". She is in no way motherly. She isn't warm. She traveled a lot for work when I was a kid. She'd be gone for days or weeks at a time. I don't think she ever missed her kids, or if she did, she certainly never expressed that. She's just sincerely not an emotional person. I remember her breaking down in a hotel room once when I was like 13, and I was just thinking, "Shit, what do I do?" Because I'd never really seen her be emotional before. We did hang out quite a bit. Just the two of us would go see movies on the weekend, have lunch, go shopping, or whatever. She was chill to hang out with because she was the primary money maker in my family and she enjoyed spending it on movie tickets or whatever. There was no thought given to it. But I don't understand her as a person, I guess. Despite having this Type A personality, she did nothing to protect me as a kid. I remember looking at her sometimes and just wondering how she could be this strong, take-no-shit kind of person but feel no need to step in at any point. I see my niece running outside and I get anxiety. Like, I want to go scoop her up and protect her because I'm afraid she's going to trip and scrape her knee. So it's almost worse for me as an adult to be like, how do you not have that instinct to protect? One thing that stands out to me, I think about it occasionally, is a conversation I witnessed when I was sixteen. I was having lunch with my mom and her co-workers. They were talking about me leaving home (although the phrase 'kicked out' wasn't used specifically) and my mom's co-worker said, "Aren't you going to miss him though? My daughter is going to college in the fall and I cry every time I think about it." And my mom, deadpan and cold as ice, responded with, "Not really. I haven't thought about it." Not really. Can you imagine being so indifferent to your own kid? Either way, these days I get called cold on a fairly regular basis. I'm just surrounded by walls and, to keep everything in place, my brain emotionally shuts off. I don't know how to turn my emotions back on. They mostly just build up until they explode through the cracks in the walls. And then I'm told I'm like my dad. Don't worry even if things end up a bit Too heavy we'll all float on alright |