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Yeah, okay so my break didn't go the 3 weeks I had sincerely intended. It didn't help that my folks arrived Tuesday for a medical convention in Orange County, which I just drove them to the airport for. Dude, I love my mom and dad, but like adjusting to the rhythms and patterns that I grew up under, is so exhausting. Imagine this like hopped up, hyper Al Pacino of character stuck in a 5 1 gregarious, assertive, and so not subtle Asian lady.
If the anxiety that drives Ortiz to smoke could be personified, it would be her. Love, her to death, I mean her and my dad embody so many things to me, like a respect for a strong work ethic, ambition, and I also realized that the perfect marriages aren't two people who are like identical or really similar, but rather complementary. Like my dad is just this really laid back ER surgeon, who gets his best shit done in traumatic situations, dude doesn't even flinch at shit, but he's so laid back and allowing. He's like a capitalist, non buddhist Dalai Lama.
However, yeah, I cherish my quiet time, and yeah, that silence has been taken away and replaced by these 2 asian voices up in my grill 24/7 about how Obama is the antichrist, I can't blame their anger cause, well they worked their way up as doctors and now they get to pay the bill. I so do not blame them. It's like being surrounded by Fox News on Crack as soon as I get back to the Uncle's pad. I'm glad he's still in Italy, honestly there would be so much tension in the air. The amount of intensity, competition, and unresolved familial issues would weigh down the air with so much intensity, that pounds of the finest green would be useless against. Both my mom and uncle are intense perfectionists. Perfectionists seem to cramp my style in all walks of life, lol.
Anyway, yeah, they are gone and now I"m kickin it, shaking off last night's green overindulgence, and trying to wake up. I def gotta hit the gym, and work on a TA project, that was just dumped on me. Should be a good day. What is up with you all?
If the anxiety that drives Ortiz to smoke could be personified, it would be her. Love, her to death, I mean her and my dad embody so many things to me, like a respect for a strong work ethic, ambition, and I also realized that the perfect marriages aren't two people who are like identical or really similar, but rather complementary. Like my dad is just this really laid back ER surgeon, who gets his best shit done in traumatic situations, dude doesn't even flinch at shit, but he's so laid back and allowing. He's like a capitalist, non buddhist Dalai Lama.
However, yeah, I cherish my quiet time, and yeah, that silence has been taken away and replaced by these 2 asian voices up in my grill 24/7 about how Obama is the antichrist, I can't blame their anger cause, well they worked their way up as doctors and now they get to pay the bill. I so do not blame them. It's like being surrounded by Fox News on Crack as soon as I get back to the Uncle's pad. I'm glad he's still in Italy, honestly there would be so much tension in the air. The amount of intensity, competition, and unresolved familial issues would weigh down the air with so much intensity, that pounds of the finest green would be useless against. Both my mom and uncle are intense perfectionists. Perfectionists seem to cramp my style in all walks of life, lol.
Anyway, yeah, they are gone and now I"m kickin it, shaking off last night's green overindulgence, and trying to wake up. I def gotta hit the gym, and work on a TA project, that was just dumped on me. Should be a good day. What is up with you all?
