The week started out so good and now it has gone all tits up. Peachy, just fucking peachy.
My little adventure on Tuesday was awesome, going on a date with myself. I’d never done it before, so it was a bit nerve wrecking, but it worked out fine in the end. The parking situation was a bit of a mess since there aren’t that many spots where the cinema is, so I had to walk a few minutes but I mastered even that! Walking alone in the dark with no one else there, while passing by strangers; check. There were long lines in front and I was worried I wouldn’t get in, I did still get a ticket though. And a good seat! Boy did it fill up, I’d never seen so many people at this particular theater before because it’s a smaller one, but almost all the seats were gone at the end. Which, of course, was definitely hard for me, since I’m not so big on being in a room with a lot of people, however the film started quite soon after I sat down (because the lines were so long!), so I was okay.
The film, by the way, was awesome. The Theory of Everything. It was beautifully done, I have to say. I’ve rarely seen films that got away with no action scenes and yet still absolutely wowed the viewers. The actors were great and I can see now why Eddie Redmayne, who played one of the main characters, namely Stephen Hawking, got the Oscar. Even though every single one of the others should have gotten one, too, if I had any say in it. The story itself was, as I had suspected, really sad at times and I did have a few tears rolling down my face, but then, every so often, it got really, really funny and the audience was laughing. Apparently, and I didn’t know this before, Hawking is a really funny guy (in real life)! It was also very inspiring. Would I recommend it? Yes, most definitely. I do think that not everyone will ‘enjoy’ it, but that’s just how life is. Something I like, you might not.
After that amazing Tuesday, the week just…I don’t know what happened, exactly. Climaxing in today’s events of course.
I tweeted about this earlier, but I’m actually still so upset about this, I had to write a bit more. So we were all sitting down to have lunch, when my sister brought up a few things about school. Then she said something about my cousin, who has some mental disorder issues as well and who decided to try going to school again. I mentioned that I don’t think it’d be right for him, considering the fact that he isn’t really the public school and do-it-the-usual-way-type. A bit like me. Which, and I should have thought about it before I said anything, brought up how my course was going. And if you’ve been hanging around for some time, you’ll know that I’ve been able to do next to nothing. Which frustrates and terrifies me. My mother then decided to ‘tell me the truth’ by saying that ‘I might not be able to do it.’ And ‘what if they won’t let you extend the course?’
So I, your usual realist, was trying to stay positive, trying to see it all working out in the future, said: “Well, maybe they will extend my course. I mean…we are paying them.” At which my mother jumped with “yes, but they want to make money. They are a company still. Maybe they want you to sign up again.”
Which is great, of course, because I haven’t been worried about that at all, now, have I? Sigh. “You have to see the reality of this.” My mother again. Like I don’t every single day of my fucking life. That’s what I told her, without swearing even. I was obviously upset at that point. I mean…It’s one thing to consider all the possibilities, you know. It working out, it not working out et cetera. But your mother telling you to ‘be real about this’ and ‘maybe you can’t do this’? That’s just plain awful. And her pseudo-consoling ‘I’m not trying to be mean or upset you’? Not helping – are you surprised?
So while I’m staring into nothingness, trying not to cry, she proceeds to ask me whatever (I was not listening, obviously) and then starts calling me a huffy brat. Because I was not answering because I WAS WISHING MYSELF TO DISAPPEAR AND GO SOMEPLACE ELSE.
It is just so hard. I mean…she knows what’s going on. Does she not realize that these are issues that I deal with every single day? That from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall into a medically induced state of having nightmares that I live with constant fear? Fear of not being able to live on my own. Fear of not being able to earn money. Fear of having to live on financial aids. Fear of not being able to get to where I want to be professionally. Fear of being miserable. All of those and more. AND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Doesn’t she realize that that is always on my mind? That not one minute goes by where all of these thoughts are pulsing through my brain, my body? Where they are tearing at my insides, trying to rip me open?
So no, Mother, rest of the family, I will not have dinner with you tonight. Otherwise I might just go completely crazy. Also kindly fuck off.