I have a supportive mother. Granted, she only supports me in the things she wants me to pursue, but supportive nonetheless. She has encouraged me to avoid debt, and is paying for my last two years of college. She is taking care of my books, and also has bought me lots of school supplies and Microsoft Office 2011 for mac (I hate Pages, and since I want to pursue writing...). She encourages me to be an adult and learn independence, and is there to fix the mistakes I make.
I have a really great job. I work for a small business, a cafe. It's not a chain or anything, it's just owned by this nice lady and her daughter. They're very laid back and give us a lot of freedom in the kitchen to experiment. Also, we can text, they don't care if we aren't doing anything when we're slow, there is no dress code, and I'm allowed to leave in my piercings. I have a set schedule with enough hours to pay my bills and have some money to play with, but we close at 4 so my evenings are always open. It's honestly the perfect job.
I have a loving boyfriend. He puts up with me no matter how evil I get. Even on my worst days, he is calm and does nothing but try and please me. He wants me to be happy. He is somehow inexplicably attracted to me, even though I'm overweight and favor sweats to cute outfits. He follows along when I have these strange kicks and I do stupid stuff like finger painting or watching mindless TV shows or girly shopping days or piercings. He is my steadiness in a constantly changing world. My polar opposite. Slow moving when I get hyperactive. Reasonable when I get over emotional. Unchanging when I get flighty. He is perfect.
Anyways, I should never ever complain ever. I have a great life. The only thing that could make it better would be a puppy or a kitten. And perhaps moving out of my moms basement. :)
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