high time is no time for deciding if i should find a helping hand.
i accidently punched Ryan in the nuts earlier tonight. and he purposely punched me in the collarbone. .. this was before i punched him in the nuts, though.
yes, i was highly amused.
ps: do i need to just confront my parents already? honestly, i've had it up to here and i don't know what to do. i know what i WANT to do.. but not if it's the right thing. i don't suppose anyone else can tell me if i'm correct or not, it's just something that i have to decide for myself. all the same, i'd like to know that i'm not absolutely out of my mind much like i've always been lead to think. but earlier this evening when i phoned home to tell my mother that Ryan and i had decided to watch a movie and that i'd be home by midnight, all she said was 'you're pushing it.' pushing WHAT, exactly? i get all of these lectures about how i need to be more responsible, i'm not responsible enough. tell me how responsible it is to sleep with someone that's NOT your spouse, and i don't care whose permission you've got. tell me how responsible it is to be absolutely retarded enough to let your children find out about it. am i pulling this out of thin air? and honestly.. honestly. i don't even care that they've done it. it's over with now, as far as i know, and if not? fine, continue with your regularly scheduled programming. but do NOT continue to do whatever it is that you do while at the same time preaching to me about irresponsibility and the great danger that is premarital sex-- when your favorite pasttime once was and may still remain the ever-popular 'fishbowl party.'
i'm sorry;
that shit just doesn't fly.
yes, i was highly amused.
ps: do i need to just confront my parents already? honestly, i've had it up to here and i don't know what to do. i know what i WANT to do.. but not if it's the right thing. i don't suppose anyone else can tell me if i'm correct or not, it's just something that i have to decide for myself. all the same, i'd like to know that i'm not absolutely out of my mind much like i've always been lead to think. but earlier this evening when i phoned home to tell my mother that Ryan and i had decided to watch a movie and that i'd be home by midnight, all she said was 'you're pushing it.' pushing WHAT, exactly? i get all of these lectures about how i need to be more responsible, i'm not responsible enough. tell me how responsible it is to sleep with someone that's NOT your spouse, and i don't care whose permission you've got. tell me how responsible it is to be absolutely retarded enough to let your children find out about it. am i pulling this out of thin air? and honestly.. honestly. i don't even care that they've done it. it's over with now, as far as i know, and if not? fine, continue with your regularly scheduled programming. but do NOT continue to do whatever it is that you do while at the same time preaching to me about irresponsibility and the great danger that is premarital sex-- when your favorite pasttime once was and may still remain the ever-popular 'fishbowl party.'
i'm sorry;
that shit just doesn't fly.