Monday, September 21, 2009

you belong with me

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."

Things have been a little rocky around the house lately. A week ago today my dad was "laid off" from General Motors. Not exactly too terribly shocking knowing the situation of the auto industry. It wasn't as if we hadn't been anticipating this possibility for months, either. I never thought that it would happen, to be honest. Out of twenty people in my dad's department, only one was let go...

I have been working a lot lately along with going to school, so I haven't been home all that much in the past week, but when I am home, I see how it has affected my family.

For the first two days, there wasn't a moment that I saw my mom and she wasn't crying. It's really hard for me, because I'm not so good at consoling people when they're upset. I never know what to say. I can't imagine how my mom and dad feel. But what I do know is that my mom feels like she's worthless because 1. she didn't graduate from college and 2. she doesn't think her income helps us very much.

I just know it's been really hard for them. And I am extremely unsure of what to do. I've been trying to be the positive one. Trying to be the one whose positive mood brings up the rest of the family... I've been making my payment deadlines, living according their rules, and even trying to take extra shifts at work to make sure that I won't end up screwing them over if something were to happen.

I had a lot more on my mind when I started this blog. Somehow I don't know what else to say.

". . . but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. . . and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."

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