Real Life: First Edition

Destressing to: Naoshi Mizuta - Bustle of the Capital AKA Whitegate/Al Zahbi song

Through the grapevine, I heard my mom broke my brother's PSP. Yes, that nice, sleek, sexy, and shiny expensive piece of gaming handheld. I can only imagine how he's feeling after he saw what she done to his toy . I can't do anything about it, but I think she took it too far, to break something that expensive. $300? worth of entertainment down the drain wasted, possibly, over something with an incredibly stupid reason. With that being said, we'll shift into story mode.

Once upon a time, somewhere in the city lived a girl with her brother, mother, and some odd number of dogs. The mother decided she'll ask her husband to come over and fix a gas pipe. Well, he comes over, and the kids are sent outside with the door locked behind them. Fast forward past the drama... He left terrified and his kids are asking themselves what just happened. Anyway, when it was safe to go in, the girl saw that their Playstation was literally cut in half. Cut in half by what, you ask? A rusty old hatchet. There's only two things, that'll make this girl go into a fit: messing with her tech and hurting her pets or other animals. So, she threw a fit against her mother, who teased about it working better that way. Angry, the girl raided her mother's room taking everything that her mother likes and disconnecting her TV from the satellite. While going through her i'll-make-you pay mode, she screamed and demanded that the Playstation gets replaced and/or a PS2 shows up. Lo and behold! A few months later after the PS2 was released, there it was on Christmas Day with the sexy game of it's time, The Bouncer, a memory card, and additional controller. Moral of the story: You break, you replace with something of equal or more value.

Jump a few years ahead, instead of dogs we have cats now.

One fine summer morning, our always stressed and angry girl woke up to find her laptop had fallen on the floor. Knowing she has cats now, the thought of one them knocking it down was legit, but just didn't fit. As always, her mother was awake before everyone, she told her daughter that she walked it and didn't bother picking it up or just thought she could blame her pets for her misfortune. Enter her daughter's intolerable anger and flashbacks from some years back. Her laptop was still under warranty with a few weeks left. She pleaded with her mom to mail it off, but it was always the same old dance and song: I'll think about it. The girl turned to her dad for answers, he agreed to send it off whenever his daughter was ready, then came the irony, once the girl's mother heard her ex-husband was going to send it off, she gladly sent it off the next day. Moral? There isn't any.

Maybe I was wrong for doing the things I did/done, but I'm not going to just sit back and let things just pass over, especially when it's something that belongs to me. Don't touch my stuff, I won't touch your stuff. How hard is that rule to follow? This year is a little different, I no longer live with my mom. She asks if I'm ever going to come back, I respond with my traditional answer "I don't know." My pets are still there and some other personal stuff, if those things are gone, there's no need for me to be there. I'd like to blame someone for holding my back from furthering my education in another state, but I can't blame her 100%. I know she has some money problems, who doesn't? My dad didn't want me to leave period, since I'm his only daughter. That's understandable, he wants me to be safe. My mom on the other hand, just wants to be in my business or always know what I'm doing. Meh, one day.