Well, not really. Or completely, but I just didn't want this semester to start in the first place. Starting means that it's reality and therefore I have a crap ton to do this semester. Justin's in the same place with me. It's kind of difficult to have a relationship when we're both finishing up. We're constantly busy and therefore have no time at all. Everything's ok, don't worry! It's just hard never seeing each other! It's easier when you're separated by distance and can't physically see each other. It's much more difficult to know that the only time you see the other person is when you fall asleep at night.
But on a more reflective note, I have begun to realize how truly thankful I am for the family I belong to. This includes not only my physical 'blood' family but also the friends that have adopted me over the years. Justin came home with me this past Saturday and I realized how happy it makes me that my family has accepted him and taken him in as one of their own. My grandmothers on both sides have welcomed him and invited him for both Thanksgiving and Christmas...a feat that I never thought I would ever see. My parents love him to death and are the ones who have been there for him over the past summer.
As many of you know, Justin has gone through a lot with his family over the last nine months or so. And for those of you who know what happened last week, well, he finally got a response. For the most part blaming the entire situation on myself. Part of me knew this was going to happen but it also was one of the most painful things I have ever read. It was borderline painful and ridiculous and I think that may be why I'm writing about it now. There were so many things in that email that I just couldn't help laughing at. She blames me for changing him. And the first change that she notes is the food. Acknowledging that he is eating better, more healthy, more variety, but that is still a change that he made because of me. You know, I always thought change, if for the better, was a good thing. Apparently, some people don't think that. I guess that's why she doesn't like Obama ;) Ok, I digress... But on the harsher side of the blame, I am blamed for my parent's decision to only have one child. That is kind of hard for me to wrap my head around. I have never been upset with my parent's decision. Those of you who know my dad know he's more like a big brother or a crazy uncle than my dad anyways. So when I was little, he was the one to play with me... I never missed having siblings.
In her words, 'research' has proved that only children are selfish, cannot form normal relationships, and do not have a loving, sharing family. This was the part that I hated the most. My family, on both sides, although crazy, love each other very much.
I apparently, also, only become friends with people I manipulate. Ok, so my friends reading this, most of you are the biggest bunch of headstrong, stubborn asses that I've ever met...and I love you all dearly for it!!! There is no way that I could ever manipulate any of you! She also seems to think that having your friends as your family is a bad thing. I have never believed that. As an only child, I am allowed to have as large or as small a family as I want. And right now, we're rivaling the family on "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Opa!
So on one side, the comments about my family made me the maddest I have been in a while. I could not believe that someone, without knowing me or my family, would make judgments based on the fact that I have no siblings. And for this so called "research" that she did. Well, first of all, I call bull shit. Second of all, I just googled "only children" and most of the results that I got are psychological journals that show that there really is
no difference in only children and children with siblings in the cases of spoiling, bossiness, and loneliness. Actually, the biggest difference is that we tend to have
higher intelligence, have higher test scores, and get into better schools. Also, I just discovered a phenomenon called "
source amnesia". It's a pretty cool article if you have time for it.
When I was in middle school and high school, I was always made fun of for being short and having small feet. Two things that I could do nothing about. I feel like I'm having flashbacks. There is nothing I can do about my size...my whole family (and I'm talking aunts, uncles, and their families as well) is short...the tallest is my dad at around 5'10". We're short, deal with it. I think the main thing that annoys me here is that, yet again, I am being blamed for something that I have no control over. What was I supposed to do? Demand to my parents at the age of 3 that they must immediately have another child so I would not be an only child? I could see that going over well. That was their decision and I am completely fine with it.
Ok, I think I'm done. Justin's about to come into work and I need to do some reading for my Appalachian history class. Boooo. And I need to do more research for Shayna. Booo as well. Hope everyone has a great day, and I will shortly, be posting about happier subjects :)
And speaking of b-day's, somewhere along the line, Boyfriend missed the memo that Emmy doesn't like surprises. Especially when they consist of about 25 people screaming at her when she walks in the door. It was scary! But it turned out ok, I eventually calmed down and ended up having a great time with all the people I love. And the best beer pong partner, EVER. Hehe. So I did have a lot of fun, but it was really scary at first!
Hope everyone has a fantastic week!
