Friends: Part 2

I am almost over my illness and it is quite a relief to be able to use both nostrils to breath with again. I am waiting for my mother to finish her phone conversation, and then we are going to rent a movie or go to the theater. Recently, I have been quite preoccupied with my peers. I have been so preoccupied that I have left little time to be a productive member of my family. I feel like a bum sometimes when I see the amount of work that my mom does and the amount of sitting around (such as right now) that I do.

I keep telling myself that I am going to start helping out more, but somehow I always feel tired. I have deduced that this is probably a combination of actually being tired and not wanting to do things that are not urgent, in other words, procrastination.

I feel bad because my mom is one of my best friends. She has helped me so much over the course of last years events that I feel forever indebted to her. I can’t think of one thing she has ever done wrong in her life. That is a strong statement, I know, but she is that good of a person. If there are angels on earth, my mother is one.

That’s why I feel bad when I argue with her. I feel bad when I tell her that she is not being reasonable and that she does not understand. She has the wise, all-knowing smirk down pat. I feel bad about a lot of stuff, but then again, I like the times that I have to myself too. I like when there is nobody around, even if they are not bothering me.

“I take a home in the woods, by myself if I can”