Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I Know They're My Parents, But...

Spending the majority of your weekend in a waiting room in the hospital that smells like old people and bad soup is not my first choice when it comes to having fun. Oh no. Being poked and prodded and asked questions all because your parents think you should be there because they think you're going to keel over at any minute - Even though you've calmly stated that you're absolutely peachy-friggin'-keen about a bazillion times - is great. What fun!!! Now I'm home because that was the biggest waste of time ever - there's 2 days of my life I'll never get back. Gosh. The 'rents were so hopeful that what followed being holed up in the waiting room would be my salvation, my magic bullet, my miracle pill. That wish almost came true for them, but they were subsequently bereft and found no such miracle cure. They were angry. I was a little sad, but mostly indifferent as we headed home. I was just so tired. They won't even let me walk anywhere anymore. Hence I'm not at school as they keep vigil over me, watching to see that my heart doesn't give out or something stupid like that (they have strange ideas, I swear) - as I tell them time and time again that they should just leave me alone. To be completely honest, I have no idea what to do, so I tell them to go away. I've said this before and I'm saying it again now: I hate ambivalence. I hate it now more than ever. The vast majority of me is indifferent, the other little sliver is a little confused. Personally I think that their fears are vastly overblown, but that's just one girl's opinion. They say, "You're going to die," and I say, "I'm fine. Really. I swear to God." How come parents think they're always right? They're not correct in this instance. I just want to sleep.

I hate that this sounds so completely overdramatic. I hate the theatrics, because really, I'm more of an introvert. I guess the theatre is where I sit for now, watching this strange little production play out in mirrors and shouts and silence until something pops up and says Surprise!

2 Comments:

Blogger Leah said...

They're right Breanne.

3:38 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

You sound like you're in a lot of pain Breanne. I'm sorry.

I miss our talks.

7:08 PM  

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