Lately, it seems as though whenever I try to type up something in the realm of pessimistic, the power goes out.
Not kidding.
Yesterday, just as I was typing up a rant about the Maternal Parentals behavior, a sudden wind storm blew up and, before I knew it, the power had flickered out, taking everything I’d written with it. Prior to this, while typing up a whining epilogue regarding my (honestly fun) experiences at the NIH, the power flickered again, only this time with no known cause. A time before that, a week and a half or so ago, much the same happened and I was stuck in the dark, with my mother, with only two candles, my laptop, and some videos downloaded from Youtube to keep us company.
Given that I made a vow to actually make firm attempts at not being pessimistic, I am going to take this series of events as a coincidental reminder of my pledge. I was all set to put in another tirade today but, on thinking about it, I saw no point in expending the energy in a useless attempt at trying to reason with my mothers’ nicotine addiction or her mishandling of the finances.
Instead, I’m biding my time until I’ve saved enough to get out of here. It’s really the only solution to our relationship at this point.
