Another reason I am getting old
Another way I can tell I am getting old is that my parents are coming into town this weekend...
AND I AM SO EXCITED!!
Like really seriously excited to see my parents. And it's not just because they are bringing me birthday presents.
I like my parents, and I like spending time with them.
Go back 10 years and tell 16-year-old Karin that and she would have had the most sarcastic manipulative answer for you.
Something along the lines of "Oh, I am surprised my parents are even acknowledging me at 26, the way they treat me now its like I am some sort of criminal who has to "check in" when she is going somewhere and has a curfew. I thought by 26 they would have disowned me altogether."
Because I was a bitch! And insecure! And I took it out on everyone around me. But not now, well maybe I am still a little bitchy, and still super insecure, but I don't take it out on my parents any more because I am an A-DULT.
AND I AM SO EXCITED!!
Like really seriously excited to see my parents. And it's not just because they are bringing me birthday presents.
I like my parents, and I like spending time with them.
Go back 10 years and tell 16-year-old Karin that and she would have had the most sarcastic manipulative answer for you.
Something along the lines of "Oh, I am surprised my parents are even acknowledging me at 26, the way they treat me now its like I am some sort of criminal who has to "check in" when she is going somewhere and has a curfew. I thought by 26 they would have disowned me altogether."
Because I was a bitch! And insecure! And I took it out on everyone around me. But not now, well maybe I am still a little bitchy, and still super insecure, but I don't take it out on my parents any more because I am an A-DULT.
posted by karin at 12:56 PM
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