It never ceases to amaze me how people that are busy bodies and gossip hounds can be so interested in pointing out the flaws in other people lives and so completely miss their own. My step mother is a prime example of this. She decided to mention my employment status tonight when I was over for dinner. Now, my mother has every right to say things to me about it, my step mother however, has none. I don't live under her roof and she doesn't have to pay bills that have to do with me. I couldn't believe that she said something to me about it. I was so pissed off. WTF. It's none of her business. She don't understand a damn thing about me or my life. So, she has no right to say anything about it. I guess this is why I don't get alone well with her at all. I used to, but that was back when I was much, much younger. She ought to pay attention to her own life. It's pretty bad that my father has to ask me if my therapist does marriage counseling. People who poke their noses where they aren't wanted are one of my pet peeves, along with people who talk with their mouths full. Unfortunately, I think I can back track the bring up of the topic to my grandparents. I love them to death, but they talk way to much to my step mother about stuff sometimes. And because I'm upset I'm going to have to say something to my grandparents about it, which will result in them getting bent out of shape. Ok, people...it's MY LIFE. I think while I'm talking to them about that, I'll tell them about my tattoo, which they haven't heard about yet. I was going to wait until I had to tell them, i.e. the summer time when I'm wearing a sleeve-less shirt.
Now, if you don't mind, I'll be in the corner screaming at the wall, trying to find my center.
song stuck in T's head: Crazy Town - Black Cloud