So a part of the new year's resolution for this year is that I promised to be a bad, bad girl. The kind of girl who speaks what's on her mind and doesn't rationalize her actions. The girl who gives in to her guilty pleasures without remorse. I'm going to be a bad, bad girl and I'm going to like it.
Getting home from another night at C's, I ended up hanging out with the Lady. She was up to get ready for work and I was ravenous. For some reason, my appetite really wakes up when 3:00am rolls around. Uncanny. So the Lady and I sat in the kitchen and talked about her expectations for me, where my life was headed, and what I wanted to do. I want to travel and see the world before I'm tied down. I also don't want to be a goldmine for the less fortunate relatives in the Third World or a bride-in-name-only for some down on his luck second, third, or fourth cousin. Cambodian people are scary when they smell the scent of potential entrapment. I want the best for my extended family but I do not intend to sell my soul to save them.
We spoke at length and I stood firm on my resolve. I think she's starting to get the message and really, all I wanted was for her to stop raising the hopes of the relatives. I can't single-handedly enrich their lives with material gains and they need to stop relying upon that future. It's not going to happen. This was my first bad girl act. I told off my mother, although not impolitely. I remained firm and respectful but I made my position clear.
We spoke at length some more and I told her about my travel plans. She was supportive, as usual. She understands because she's the source of my wanderlust; I get it from her. And I want her to have the opportunity to see the world as well. We've already started planning our west coast trip. Now, if only she can get rid of her husband and all would be groovy with the world.
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