
That was my goal for the day. I am too uptight lately, and i am trying to actively change that. i came back to james' parent's house again, yesterday's car-washing was rained out. my arm now feels like Ralph Machio's when Mr. Miagi told him "wax-on, wax-off."
sometimes i feel like i'm more of a bother to people than a friend. i don't really know what i mean, but don't feel like myself, and haven't in a while. i don't feel like i'm very close with anyone [other than james]. i know self-esteem is definately not a virtue i have much of. listening to Jimmy Eat World makes it a little better. i definately have a negitivity complex, just now, thinking to myself: i don't have anything interesting to write about, i'm not very creative at all, who would even read this?; proves that.
back to the positive. i recieved pictures today from my dad from his halloween with the extended family down in Tennessee. pictured above is my step-sister, Brittany. i loved her the day i met her. and i really do want to be a good older sister model in her life. even if i can't live near her, i still want to be involved. then comes Gia, and i'm not sure i'm ready for a true half-sister. i have only interacted with her when she was about 2 months old, i hope to see her soon so that she feels some sort of sisterly connection with me. it's hard to not be there for the ones i care about. it's not due to lack of caring [even though i convince myself otherwise with sayings of "i'm a horrible sister..." and the like], it's most of the time due to an excess of distance. right now, i cannot leave for an adequate amount of time to see my family.
sometimes i wonder if i would act different if i actually had a closer relationship with my father. we only started getting close 3 or so years ago, but there still wasn't too much communication. last year he started his new family. do i think he loves them more than his old bunch? absolutely not, but i think he's trying to feel loved in return. something i know i didn't give him growing up.
i went to see my
gramma last friday just because i had the day off. it worked out perfectly. she made halushki and soup for us, followed by a spaghetti dinner. it was
perfect. i told her during this visit how much she meant to me, and that she was my
favorite person in the world [while being a little teary eyed]. she smiled and joked "surely, after your mother." i'm not sure, though. i wanted to tell her, aloud, before it was too late. i never said those things aloud to Papa, and i regret that. he knew, but i wanted him to hear it for sure. thoughts of my love for my grandparents take up much of my spare time lately. i cannot tolerate change, in any form, which is causing me to dwell my thoughts.
as for now, i'll keep my thoughts in my head and let my fingers rest. all the while i will try to accentuate the positive.