Randomness and prevarication
Apr. 7th, 2003 04:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urocyonThanks to the folks at Valleydale, I just had one of the most unhealthy post-midnight snacks imaginable: a bacon, fried egg, and cheese sandwich. Somehow I doubt that lean bacon made much difference in that portable fat delivery system. Very tasty, though.
I also spent at least ten minutes, yet again, trying to locate an Ovral tablet I dropped in the floor, to avoid opening a new packet. I couldn't be the only person with this problem--it's easier to find a stray contact lens than one of those tiny white tablets. Wyeth should at least make them bile green or something; that would only blend in with hideous old apartment carpeting. Of course, clearing some stuff out of my floor might help too. :)
I still feel bad about last (Saturday) night. I seem to have picked up an unfortunate habit of outright lying to my mother about where I'm going and with whom, and I need to stop it. It's even worse because I feel like such an idiot doing so--and feeling an urge to do so--when I'm 28 years old. It's not like she's controlling, either; she merely expects to have some idea of where I'm headed and when I'll probably be back so that she won't worry, which I consider fair. I expect the same courtesy, since we're living in the same house and I worry too. I feel like a jerk, getting resentful when she is only concerned. It also feels extremely juvenile. Yes, so she might start running her mouth if she doesn't like what I tell her. I don't exactly avoid confrontation, generally, and I can handle that--it's certainly nothing new. I still don't quite understand why I started misleading her, ostensibly to avoid having to listen to her. I don't feel like my privacy is being invaded that badly, though I should probably find a polite way of telling her that her quizzing me about every guy I go out with isn't particularly welcome, though I'm sure that's done out of interest and concern, as well. ("What's his last name? Where's he from? Where does he work?", etc., until I start feeling defensive.) I do still think, though, that "I'm going out and will call if I won't be back before 1:00 a.m." should be sufficient, and should probably mention this. It feels a little bit late to be working through this sort of thing, and I even realised from the beginning that prevarication wasn't really the best way to handle things. Figuring out why I have felt the urge would be nice, but I do need to stop it. Besides not being nice, this isn't helping anyone. (This reminds me of Bob Newhart on SNL, I think, as a psychologist: "Just stop it, then!" *g*)
I also spent at least ten minutes, yet again, trying to locate an Ovral tablet I dropped in the floor, to avoid opening a new packet. I couldn't be the only person with this problem--it's easier to find a stray contact lens than one of those tiny white tablets. Wyeth should at least make them bile green or something; that would only blend in with hideous old apartment carpeting. Of course, clearing some stuff out of my floor might help too. :)
I still feel bad about last (Saturday) night. I seem to have picked up an unfortunate habit of outright lying to my mother about where I'm going and with whom, and I need to stop it. It's even worse because I feel like such an idiot doing so--and feeling an urge to do so--when I'm 28 years old. It's not like she's controlling, either; she merely expects to have some idea of where I'm headed and when I'll probably be back so that she won't worry, which I consider fair. I expect the same courtesy, since we're living in the same house and I worry too. I feel like a jerk, getting resentful when she is only concerned. It also feels extremely juvenile. Yes, so she might start running her mouth if she doesn't like what I tell her. I don't exactly avoid confrontation, generally, and I can handle that--it's certainly nothing new. I still don't quite understand why I started misleading her, ostensibly to avoid having to listen to her. I don't feel like my privacy is being invaded that badly, though I should probably find a polite way of telling her that her quizzing me about every guy I go out with isn't particularly welcome, though I'm sure that's done out of interest and concern, as well. ("What's his last name? Where's he from? Where does he work?", etc., until I start feeling defensive.) I do still think, though, that "I'm going out and will call if I won't be back before 1:00 a.m." should be sufficient, and should probably mention this. It feels a little bit late to be working through this sort of thing, and I even realised from the beginning that prevarication wasn't really the best way to handle things. Figuring out why I have felt the urge would be nice, but I do need to stop it. Besides not being nice, this isn't helping anyone. (This reminds me of Bob Newhart on SNL, I think, as a psychologist: "Just stop it, then!" *g*)
