Mr. Phantastic
11-29-04, 02:18 AM
I'm probably the worst person to ask for a christmas list from. I'm too bashful to ask for things. When you think about its a lot worse leaving someone to search aimlessly for a gift rather than making a simple request... Yet it still feels awkward. Last night I stayed up thinking (It seems like my brain doesnt want to shut down once the lights turn off), and I thought of the perfect gifts. Its actually one gift, kind of. A new wardrobe. A new style. A new life!
It's unfortuneate but I'm doing something that should have been done a while ago. Cutting the low end friends out of my circle. I'm effectively weeding out an entire group of friends and starting back at 5! 5 friends, down to the definition of the word whom have all been positive influences in my life. Those other guys were just keeping a balance ying-yang style. Extra weight.
The way I see it, although I'd like to believe that the world isnt shallow and superficial... it is. The old wardrobe of a new miss match shirt every 6 months wasnt cutting it for me. I want to finally like like the person I am. Sharp, sophisticated, strong with a slight sensitive streak. I was so proud that for once in my life, video games and DVD's are not at the top of my list. In fact I took them completely off the list because this is all I want.
So proud in the morning, full of energy wanting to share my great idea with everyone who would listen the first thing I said to my mom was "I KNOW WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS!!!"
"Oh what's that?" she replied
"A NEW WARDROBE?"
And thats when the **** hit the fan. My mother who scolds me anytime I pick up a new shirt or even work tie blew up. "You can't afford that!"
"Afford What? It's a christmas present!" And one not outside of the entire family's usual christmas budget.
We fought all morning throwing verbal punches at each other until we no longer had the energy. I'm not going to back down in an argument over something that I think will truely and greatly benifit me over the course of the next couple years and then some.
I couldnt even count how many times the word ADD was brought up... I can't help what I have. She can't help what I have and she's telling me to magically help myself. Rediculous. I'd love to get one of our arguements on tape so that a third party witness could confirm my mom is actually crazy!
It's unfortuneate but I'm doing something that should have been done a while ago. Cutting the low end friends out of my circle. I'm effectively weeding out an entire group of friends and starting back at 5! 5 friends, down to the definition of the word whom have all been positive influences in my life. Those other guys were just keeping a balance ying-yang style. Extra weight.
The way I see it, although I'd like to believe that the world isnt shallow and superficial... it is. The old wardrobe of a new miss match shirt every 6 months wasnt cutting it for me. I want to finally like like the person I am. Sharp, sophisticated, strong with a slight sensitive streak. I was so proud that for once in my life, video games and DVD's are not at the top of my list. In fact I took them completely off the list because this is all I want.
So proud in the morning, full of energy wanting to share my great idea with everyone who would listen the first thing I said to my mom was "I KNOW WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS!!!"
"Oh what's that?" she replied
"A NEW WARDROBE?"
And thats when the **** hit the fan. My mother who scolds me anytime I pick up a new shirt or even work tie blew up. "You can't afford that!"
"Afford What? It's a christmas present!" And one not outside of the entire family's usual christmas budget.
We fought all morning throwing verbal punches at each other until we no longer had the energy. I'm not going to back down in an argument over something that I think will truely and greatly benifit me over the course of the next couple years and then some.
I couldnt even count how many times the word ADD was brought up... I can't help what I have. She can't help what I have and she's telling me to magically help myself. Rediculous. I'd love to get one of our arguements on tape so that a third party witness could confirm my mom is actually crazy!