Becoming Hopelessly Hopeful Time to smile more.

Is it really so hard for my family to leave drama out of it?  

Sometimes my immediate family wonders why I’m trying to badly to move to a different state.  I’ve never really mentioned this openly, but I’ve been looking at schools out of state.  One of the reasons is that I’m tired of Chicago weather.  I LOVE Chicago… the weather sucks.  Last year, I totaled my car after skidding over black ice into another vehicle, essentially being the catalyst of a 6 car pile up.  That moment was life altering and made me realize how much I’m not happy where I am.  I feel 25 years in the same area is enough and I’m in desperate need of a change of venue.

The dominating reason as to why I want to move out of state is, well, my relatives.  I’m not talking my immediate family, while we don’t’ get along all the time, they generally give me less grief.  Whenever an issue has erupted between members of my extended family, particularly involving my mother, the whole family partakes in the act of choosing sides.  Why they can’t learn how to work it out and co-exist is beyond me.  While I do adore my mother, contrary to popular belief, I don’t believe she’s always right.  However, there are times when she is and I feel that when necessary, I will defend her. Otherwise, I butt out of the confrontations.  

With that in mind, I must say… when I post something that depicts enjoyment and happiness, my relatives ALWAYS feel the need to shit on it in some way.  While I know the issues between my mother and a couple of my aunts exists, I’d appreciate it if they didn’t deface my photo album with insults geared towards my mother.  My mom talks shit about them, needless to say, but never to their face or to the faces of her sisters’ children.  How can I respect them as adults when they act like children?  Pleas of desisting fall on deaf ears and frankly, I can’t handle this nonsense any longer.  

I can’t take sides.  I’m going on 26 in a couple months and would like to act like a 26 year old surrounded by mature, rational adults.  However, it’s hard to see this happen when the people I immerse myself in have a gradual mental downgrade with each passing day.  

I NEED better surroundings. I NEED to live my life free of familial drama. I NEED a change of venue. 

So, the first day of my last semester begins on Friday.  Weird, right?  Well, because school actually starts on the week of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday, they don’t want those who would actually miss that Monday class to start a couple days early, have a three day weekend, then start up again on Tuesday.  

Roosevelt…Why must you be so..um..[insert offensive term here]? 

Any hoo, wallet’s been raped (bought books).  All I need are supplies, clothes, and economy size bottles of Excedrin Migraine, because judging by this 5 page “brief” email my Micro teacher sent out, I’m in for a rough ride…that’s what she said.