I'm someone who's disappointed my parents and has been attached to too many no-goodnick men. But I still think you'd like me, and I think that we could be friends someday.
Allow me to explain.
I'm from a particularly unfashionable yet pretentious city in Texas called Dallas. Perhaps you've heard of the TV show? I've never seen it myself. I've never wanted to stay here. I always wanted to leave, but I think a mixture of failure and an actual attachment to this place have kept me here. And a love of tacos.
My sister moved to New York with her husband--she's a lawyer and he's an accountant. They are a power couple, I guess. And she has asked me to move up there to be with her. Being a lawyer is pretty depressing, I gather. Sarah called our dad and talked to him about it. She usually bills 200+ hours a month. Her bosses ask her to do everything because she's the new kid on the block and has to pay her dues, like a gang member or a frat brother. I came up to visit her for a week once, thinking we would have time to hang out on Saturday and Sunday, but her weekends are a joke, filled with work. On monday, when she was going back to work, she walked into my room, stoney faced, to wake me up and say good bye, and then gave me the saddest hug ever expressed by a human being. To get herself through the hard times, Sarah says things like "It'll only be like this for the next five to 10 years."
Sarah and I are basically giant opposites, and she asked me before why that is. "Why are we so different?" she asked. "It's probably because everything you do sounds awful to me," I said. I'm not trying to be pretentious or cheeky. And it's not as if my life sounds awesome--I live at home, I work a crappy retail job and I'm too scared to try new things--but I can't make myself do things tha
Allow me to explain.
I'm from a particularly unfashionable yet pretentious city in Texas called Dallas. Perhaps you've heard of the TV show? I've never seen it myself. I've never wanted to stay here. I always wanted to leave, but I think a mixture of failure and an actual attachment to this place have kept me here. And a love of tacos.
My sister moved to New York with her husband--she's a lawyer and he's an accountant. They are a power couple, I guess. And she has asked me to move up there to be with her. Being a lawyer is pretty depressing, I gather. Sarah called our dad and talked to him about it. She usually bills 200+ hours a month. Her bosses ask her to do everything because she's the new kid on the block and has to pay her dues, like a gang member or a frat brother. I came up to visit her for a week once, thinking we would have time to hang out on Saturday and Sunday, but her weekends are a joke, filled with work. On monday, when she was going back to work, she walked into my room, stoney faced, to wake me up and say good bye, and then gave me the saddest hug ever expressed by a human being. To get herself through the hard times, Sarah says things like "It'll only be like this for the next five to 10 years."
Sarah and I are basically giant opposites, and she asked me before why that is. "Why are we so different?" she asked. "It's probably because everything you do sounds awful to me," I said. I'm not trying to be pretentious or cheeky. And it's not as if my life sounds awesome--I live at home, I work a crappy retail job and I'm too scared to try new things--but I can't make myself do things tha
