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frustratedpilotAll of a sudden, I feel the need to vent about guilt trips. Just a little while ago, we were listening to Garrison Keillor's radio show, and they had a skit on in their long running series about a man named Duane and his clingy mother. Well, in this episode she was laying on the usual guilt trips and I turned off the radio because I no longer felt amused.
I wouldn't say that I get more than my fair share of guilt trips from people. But I have received plenty in the last ten years.
Lately my father has been trying to drive me to look for work...and in fact, I have been looking. But this is a lousy time to try to find a job. Plus I have an obligation that needs to run its course before I'm eligible to apply for steady work.
At my last job, my boss kept trying to get me to move away from my parents. She didn't understand that I'm living in the same house with them because they perpetually want me around. And I doubt whether I have the skills to live on my own. And at this stage in my life, what's the point in starting a household of my own? I'm no catch for a batchelorette. Keeping up with the Jones has never interested me.
In American terms, I'm pathetic. In Global terms, my cup runneth over. I don't meet anybody else's standards...and I guess I don't meet my own either.
I hate guilt trips. But I heap myself with them too. It's a bad habit of mine, I guess.
FP
I wouldn't say that I get more than my fair share of guilt trips from people. But I have received plenty in the last ten years.
Lately my father has been trying to drive me to look for work...and in fact, I have been looking. But this is a lousy time to try to find a job. Plus I have an obligation that needs to run its course before I'm eligible to apply for steady work.
At my last job, my boss kept trying to get me to move away from my parents. She didn't understand that I'm living in the same house with them because they perpetually want me around. And I doubt whether I have the skills to live on my own. And at this stage in my life, what's the point in starting a household of my own? I'm no catch for a batchelorette. Keeping up with the Jones has never interested me.
In American terms, I'm pathetic. In Global terms, my cup runneth over. I don't meet anybody else's standards...and I guess I don't meet my own either.
I hate guilt trips. But I heap myself with them too. It's a bad habit of mine, I guess.
FP
