On growing up

I have finally mustered up enough emotion to blog. My posts fall into either 2 categories- (a) random ones, and (b) ones inspired by intense (usually negative) emotion. This is one of the latter sort.

I wish taking public transport home at night wasn't such a big deal!! I don't see a problem with catching a train home at 10:30 p.m. from the city as a big deal! Especially on Friday night when there are actually people around. I feel like I'm going through this argument with my parents (not that it's much of an argument- they state their position and I kinda slink away muttering to myself!) about 4 or 5 years too late. And if I ever decide that I'd like to hit the clubbing scene at this late age (which, of course, is a distinct possibility)(I am being sarcastic if you couldn't tell), I think that confrontation with my parents would also be 4-5 years late.

It's things like this that don't make growing up and finding a little independence any easier. As much as I love my parents for offering to pick me up from the city on Friday night, it would just be wrong. Mum goes to me "O, you don't have to worry! I mean, it's not like anyone is going to say anything about you if we pick you up!"...which totally and utterly misses the damn point! (I HATE it when they miss the point entirely!) It's SO NOT ABOUT THAT.

Irritating irritating irritating.

Roz let's move out somewhere together away from the madness! Hehehehe.