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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
I am so tired of the pull they have over me. When it's not a passive aggressive dig at me, it's at themselves. They each, in their own way, refuse to make drastic changes to make their own lives better, even as they complain all the time.
I get frustrated, upset, hurt, and then I have to drive home with myself, wondering if I will ever manage to be any different, from my former self, my present self, or the people that shaped all my selves.
My parents are who they are. As an adult, you learn that your parents are just people too, and you pat yourself on the back for being so grown up, for being able to differentiate yourself from them, and not having to get caught up in their mess.
Somehow you get caught up in their mess anyway. You never really leave home, you never really strike out. You go back from whence you came, and find out you are just the same angry 15 year old that you will be in some facet for the rest of your life. You can't figure out if your anger was and is still justified, or if, in fact, you are just continuing to wallow in your own angst, more comfortable when you are tragic.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
