Friday, December 26, 2008
Seasonal
I'm not sure if I should write this, but I will anyway.
It rarely happens when I consider my feelings, I mean when I'm sad. Because I think people will never deal with you when you're sad, so maybe I think it will be better if you just pretend you're light and probably disregard your feelings. Blue, violet, red. That's the color of my life, as of now.
I'm a teenager, so probably my problems are dealing with people who guides me, my parents. I'm close to my mom, a very wonderful woman, and yeah she's the fulcrum of my existence. I open up my feelings to her just like a friend, we're friends, that's what about I like about her, and because I love her, we do this as much as we like. It's like I'm married to my mom. I understand that in some other space time, I'll be owning my life, because that's how its gonna be. But mom, I think she don't. And suddenly, She's insisting that the day I met that someone, I changed. Yeah, I know, that's me, change. I change a lot. The old me that doesn't talk that much when she's mad is now giving opinions, sadly it appears that I posed a bad image doing it. The old me that used to listened to her pain and rants have actually has the same problems arising, personal problems, and can't really focus to what she's saying, mad her madly jealous. And now, she turned tables like I was the enemy, and every time we talk, we end up arguing, of who's going to be understand and who's suppose to understand. She always listen, but she don't want to understand, I think there is no point arguing everyday about the same issues, my issues. Its killing me, my inside, me. I was never about the drama, but seriously I care a lot about her, she's my inspiration, she taught me well, I will never be here if not because of her. I always tried, to explain in every way that she will understand me, she said she UNDERSTAND, but I never felt it in anyway, I mean yes, she has been very considerate about me. Everytime we had this talk, with the point of understanding our situation, it ends up me listening to her, because that's all I could do. It ends up that she really wants me to understand her, everything about her. Her pain, and her whole life was about tragic. We talk like aliens. Because we tried to understand. But I think that when her point gets to the conspiracy of God, it all goes down. She's getting old. Old people are always close to God. She the kind of mother/woman who goes to church every sunday, she said that it was every catholics responsibility, I mean, I'm not against God or anything, But The definition of your religion doesn't give the heck if you live or die for the manifestations of your sunday mass attendance. I guess we're far different now. I've molded my own philosophies, and she has hers, and I think that's the main reason why we're like this now. We're cold like the season. Her words that strucked me, those painful words, I'll keep it. But I promise that I'll never bear grudge to her, because she's just doing what she think is right for me.
The reason we're clashing is because I don't like her words for that someone, she doesn't have the right to talk to people like that. Any son of God have no rights of judging people behind their backs, because that's what she said she was. I'm not making any or saying any thing that would make her mad or sad, but everytime she say something bad about that someone, accusing that someone, that's the time we clash, same cycle. I can still think, clearly. If I'm doing something that's gonna harm me, I have thought of it a thousand times beforehand. I don't want to blame someone or anyone. It's my decision. And I'm making a stand for it. It's my life I'm making anyway.
Sometimes, I don't really know, if I've gone overboard or something. But this is the first time in my life that I think I am. And I don't know what to say to her, because I'm tired explaining. Sometimes, I think I'm so insensitive that I'm hurting people without me knowing it. Or is it just me? Because for the first time, I'm tired of making her happy. I'm just wishful for trying, it didn't make her one. Suddenly, all my enthusiasm has been dripping, and words are running out of me, of how I really want her to understand me. And now I'm being selfish. I think I need someone to talk to, really.