I honestly wish my parents would stop trying to control my life and tell me how to live.

Granted, they provide me with shelter, food, and all the things I could ever ask for. They’re paying for my college 100%, they’ve bought me a brand new car, brand new camera, brand new laptop, brand new TV, brand new PS3, brand new iPhone, etc.

So maybe I do feel obliged to do what they ask of me and expect of me. So I settled for the University of Texas, I’m going to stay living with them for the next four years or 6 years, I’ve always been a good student, I apologize when I’m wrong, I come home at decent hours. But there is one thing that they expect of me I cannot stand. And that’s their judgement of the people I spend my time with, especially my boyfriend.

In addition to imposing her belief that nobody should ever be trusted, my mom blatantly told me today that she doesn’t like my boyfriend. Why? Because he’s much older and he doesn’t have what she considers an education, aka a degree, which apparently means that I’m going to marry him (because she thinks that I know all my life decisions already) and he wouldn’t be able to support me. Even after several dozen times of me informing that he is indeed going to school, she thinks he isn’t. So what if it took him 7 years to go back to school? Not everybody is an academic, and not everybody has to do what society expects them to. He’s gone through four degree changes, and is finally going back to where he started; music. 

You know what that tells me? If you continue to live your life under somebody else’s expectations, happiness and satisfaction is impossible. That’s why I chose to major in film, and said fuck it to pre-pharm or chem (granted I do enjoy chemistry, I just know I wouldn’t succeed in it). For the past few months, I was questioning my choice in what I wanted to do for the next four years of my life. But after attending orientation, I’ve finally realized that this is what I really want to do (even though I’ll be surrounded by idiots).

And besides, I think I might even branch off into double majoring in anthropology, since most of the requirements as an RTF major have natural and social/behavioral sciences listed underneath them. I think I’ll divulge into geological sciences and anthropology. Hey, I might be a documentary type person.

In any case, my boyfriend may be young at heart, and started school late. But quite honestly none of that really applies to me, and I really couldn’t care what he does with his education, because I’ll be pursuing with my own education and myself is all I need to worry about. What matters is that he’s finally found what he really wants to do, and he has the extreme potential to be good at it. That’s all that matters to me. 

Okay, I’m done venting. Bye.