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:: Tuesday, September 23, 2003 ::

Another rant, a statement which I made to a few people.

Independence is when your parents stop feeling sorry for you when something bad happens, and start telling why it was your fault.

The irony of all this is independence is when you realise it IS your fault (because you're independent), but just want a little sympathy.

If you think about it, it's sorta the other way around when you're younger - you get lots of babying you don't want/need, and it's easier to blame other people... Why did this rant come about? I'll tell you.

"Oh, lost your jacket? It's your fault for not checking the taxi before you got off."
"Oh, you have the flu and a sore throat huh, well, who asked you not to drink enough water?" (Funnily, I guess this could be attributed to the loss of my jacket, which is still my fault...)

I'm only ranting because when you're sick, the one thing that you wish you had was someone patting your head and holding you and telling you it was alright, and making you feel comfortable. I can't get that from my parents or my siblings, or most of my friends, because most of them aren't uh... big enough to actually be able to ... be a cushiony comforter, and those of them who are and want to, well, I wouldn't like them to. Silly rant, but then I'm sick. I'm allowed to be silly, feverish and delusional. All those people who did tell me to take care of myself, thanks, but sometimes I wonder if you're just saying it because it's the right thing to. And anyway, even if you hadn't, the fact that the people I care about don't seem to care that much makes me upset enough to forget those who do.

:: nimezs @ 1:57 am [+] ::

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