I’ve kind of been putting off writing…but there’s lots I’ve wanted to write about. I’ve been really busy with school, though. I got dropped from my Psych class because I missed one of the discussions; I got the time mixed up with my other class and it was so, so stupid. The professor made me drop it or else I would be failed. It’s part of the college policy, and I think they usually don’t enforce it, but for this class there was a long wait list. Because of that, because of that one stupid mix-up, I had to add another class, Religious Studies, three weeks into instruction. The class is pretty interesting, and I like the professor a lot better; he’s really funny during lectures. But having to catch up really sucks.

Being so busy means I don’t really have time to worry about not making friends. I’m not really angsty about it anymore, and I’ve realized that even though I wish I had a group of friends like the other kids in the hall, I don’t necessarily want that group of friends. I think they’re kind of obnoxious/rude because sometimes they’re really loud at night. I used to think that I didn’t have high standards for friendship, or that I liked most everyone, but I think I’m just really big on respect. When people act disrespectfully around me I pretty much instantly dislike them.

I have a class with the guy across the hall from me, and I thought we could be friends. He’s kind of awkward and geeky, which isn’t so bad, I’m pretty awkward myself. But when we were talking the other day he called some guys faggots. That pissed me off. It could just be him trying to be cool, but just…aah. It’s not cool at all. So I don’t really want to talk to him anymore. I wish I had any other classes with people in my hall. I really like some of the people in my English class but they live in other buildings and I don’t know how to like…initiate hanging out and they probably have a group of friends anyway.

I’ve been getting to know my roommate more, and we get along really well. But it still feels like…it’s hard to feel closer to her because we don’t have interests in common. We haven’t really hung out other than eating dinner together.

The other day she asked if I had ever had any crushes. I’m so tempted but so scared to come out to her. I was laughing at myself in my head because my response was so awkward. I just said yeah and vaguely described “him” as a really smart and funny guy who used to be in my class. I don’t think my roommate would freak out if I tell her I’m gay, she has said that she used to have a gay guy friend. I’m just scared she’d be iffy because we live together and all.

On a positive note…I got an A- on my first essay. ๐Ÿ˜€ woo! (although another one’s due this tuesday ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )

My parents are sort of fighting right now. Well, my mom is really angry at my dad. She’s been talking to me about how she hates when he hangs out with his co-workers on Sat. nights because she feels like she’s not an important enough part of his life, like they don’t spend enough time together. I suggested that she go with him to their get-togethers but she says she wouldn’t be comfortable because she doesn’t like Filipinos (my parents grew up in the Philippines…and I guess my mom doesn’t like the culture). She told me what she said to him the other night when she found out he was going to another party tonight. I thought it was overly mean and insulting to him and his friends. I really sympathize with her, and I feel bad for her. I think it was wrong of my dad to not tell her about the party until I brought up that I wanted to hang out with my friends that night. But I don’t think she should have said what she did; I think she just should have told him that she misses him and wants to spend more time with him.

I think I feel partly responsible. Before that fight my mom was telling me how she has a problem saying how she feels when people do things that bug her. She sort of joked that she wanted me to be her psychologist. I liked the idea…I mean this is what I wanted, right? For our relationship to progress where she could seek help from me and value my opinions. So I told her that she should tell my dad how she feels because by sharing her feelings she would need to trust him and show herself to be vulnerable. Through this their relationship could be strengthened. (Although I probably didn’t say it so clearly :/)

When I was in middle school my parents were angry with each other for a while. I think it was sort of the same situation, where my mom was annoyed with something my dad kept doing, and he was getting weary of her nagging(sorry mom, but you can be pretty harsh). I could see their frustration, especially my mom’s. One day she took me aside and told me that someday she was going to divorce my dad. I’m still kind of mad at her about this. I mean…isn’t the point of “staying together for the kids” that you don’t want to involve them in your relationship troubles? Why was she telling me that? Middle school doesn’t suck hard enough? It really bothered me. I felt like they were going to break up soon and everything would change and I hated for my family to change and I hated thinking about it. Eventually my parents made up. My mom started having some shoulder and back problems, and my dad takes good care of her, so she said that she appreciates that and sees how much he loves her.

This time around, I don’t know…I really hope that they make up soon. I was talking to my mom this morning and she told me again that she wants to divorce my dad. That hurt, again. I’ve been dealing with a lot of change since middle school, but instead of strengthening me, it almost feels like it’s all breaking me down. Can’t anything stay constant? Be the way I want it to? I’ve just been trying to be really nice and engaging and accommodating to my mom, trying to keep her happy. I think I have to talk to my dad about this. I wouldn’t mention divorce at all, I think that would seriously hurt him and I would probably just fuck it all up. But maybe I should “ground” him and force him to go on dates with my mom. They’ve never been into sentimental relationship stuff, they don’t even really celebrate their anniversaries. Maybe I should make them start.

I really don’t want to think that my mom is serious about this. She asked me if I would be mad if she divorced my dad, and I said yes. I need them to stay together because I need them to take care of each other. They can be so good together. My brothers and I are pretty grown up now. A divorce would hurt me a lot, but I think I would be mostly worried about my parents…growing old…alone. I really hate these thoughts.

Actually. For all my talk of feeling grown up, wanting to be grown up…who knows? I feel like a lost little middle schooler again. Who knows how destroyed I would be? I haven’t been letting myself imagine how this would be. I don’t want to go there. I don’t have a great history of not falling apart.

Another feeling came into my mind that I’ve been trying to push away. What is this? Relief?

It disgusts me. Part of me, a small, mutinous, terrible part of me, thinks a divorce would somehow…make coming out for me easier. Why? I guess…I feel like they wouldn’t be perfect parents so I could be pardoned for not being a perfect child. But this hypothetical coming out situation would still involve so much hurt for my parents. Especially if they couldn’t get through it together.

I wish I could talk to my brothers about this. But the thought also scares me, since it makes the situation more real and serious. I hate that our relationship is like this, that an act of reaching out to them would feel like an act of desperation to me.

Hopefully by throwing this all out there I can put it out of my mind for a while. Although I still need to talk to my dad about it argh. This has been a wordvomit entry brought to you by the hope of me getting to sleep at a decent hour tonight.