avril 11, 2003
brick house
speaking to my parents is frequently an exercise akin to repeatedly smashing my head against a brick wall.
"so, how is everything?"
"well... um. okay. kind of. not so good. hate the job, had a meltdown a couple weeks ago. kind of depressed over all for the last couple of months. i haven't been sleeping well."
"now shivery. you stress too much. you need to stop stressing."
"but i'm not stressing, i'm..."
"i'm glad to hear you're doing well."
picture that whole exchange without the slightest hint of sarcasm.
Posted by shivery at avril 11, 2003 08:44 AMComments