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10 April 2006 @ 09:46 pm
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Philly. I have to admit that the idea has taken hold of me.

I have been in New City for over a year. I like to think that I have changed for the better in this time, though I often have difficulty in perceiving positive differences in myself. Could the me of two years ago have gotten on a bus full of strangers, not completely sure how to get to the destination nor certain how to get back, and succeed? I have lived alone with little to distract me from pondering about the self I claim to be and what I truly am. Though my problems are far from solved, I understand them a little bit better these days.

The move here was never intended to be a permanent one (though I did and still do refuse to return to Indiana), and so I sometimes find myself entertaining ideas of living in some far away city where folks in my far-flung web of friends are. When I first arrived in New City for more than a passing glance, it was February 5th, and 5 degrees. At that time, I wished to return to academia as soon as possible, for it was all I had known. Out of the balance of "independence" and "education," the latter took priority. These needs, however, have undergone a subtle shift. I now find that I would much rather strengthen my hold on complete financial independence. Furthermore, I still haven't convinced myself that I can do something in life other than get good grades. Finally, when I return to my schooling, my area of interest has changed, and the programs available here are no longer as suitable as they once were.

I never, ever ever ever EVER want to ask my father for money again. Do you know how close I am to being free of his yoke ...? There will always be the inherited personality traits that cause me no end of anguish, but once I save up and move to a new place, once he no longer houses any of my belongings ... I never have to go see him again. I can choose to see him. But I won't have to. No longer will I be forced to endure Homer Simpson Christmases! No more of his bitter drinking habits ruining the holidays! No more of him being hours late, no more empty apologies! I will probably always be hurt when he thinks of himself and not me, but I can remove myself from many potential situations.

I still rely on my mother for medicine, as I can't afford a regular prescription without insurance, and payment of my cell phone bill. I'd like to not have to ask her for these things anymore. So I do find it a bit hard to give up comparative "security" at this stage in the game. I'd need to save up more anyway, since I literally hit rock bottom in the months prior to my current employment. Perhaps worse still, I have no credit. I refused to get into the debt game in college, and since I am no longer blatantly tied to my parents' purse strings, credit card companies have ceased to send offers. This posed a problem the last time I went sniffing around for different apartments ... since I had no record to speak of, they wished for a state resident or my parents to cosign ... only how does one cosign when one lives seven hours away?

I wonder if I should hang around just long enough to get insurance and get a few things taken care of ... though I do not know what is going on at work. It seems as though they are going to hire me, but for what, I cannot say.


I had an epiphany of sorts the other night. I am afraid of drunkenness.

Prior to my parents' divorce, my father would come home from work, grab a number of beers, and drink himself into stupor. Before unconsciousness hit, he would become obnoxious, crude, and cruel. It brought out the worst in him, and the atmosphere around him would descend into awkwardness (at best). When this happened in public or in the presence of my condescending aunt and uncle, I invariably felt horribly mortified. He would drink even if he had to take me home, though he knew I did not approve. To this day, I still hate to be around him when he is drinking. I am more like my father than I wish to admit (my mother will occasionally call me by his name when I am acting particularly like him), and I dread thinking of any concoction that might bring these traits out in myself.

At the party, there was alcohol (of course). Yet I was impressed by the conduct of all. stefan_ was amazingly coherent, and despite his inebriation, he remained remarkably polite. yuushi was laughing cheerfully. There was much silliness. No one was mean, no one was cruel. It really illuminated things for me ... and while I don't think I'm ever going to be much of a drinker (I dislike the taste), I can be much more tolerant of others now.
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Miwa Satoshimiwasatoshi on April 11th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
The one time I was drunk (it took 14 -- and there were mitigating circumstances) I was "awfully affectionate". I don't like the loss of control, so I keep it at 4-6, tops. Usually two or less.

There's some people I wouldn't want to have drink ONE, though. :/
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One Who Wanders: caringabiona on April 11th, 2006 02:30 am (UTC)
::hugs:: I'm not there yet ... I still don't trust myself enough. o_o Maybe someday!
A girl with a mind like a diamond: D.Gray-man - Group hug!oneautumnday on April 11th, 2006 02:25 am (UTC)
Whoa, now, ladypants. How long are/were you in Philly? SO CLOSE TO ME AND I DID NOT KNOW. ;_;
One Who Wanders: Whee!abiona on April 11th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
I was in Philly for less than 24 hours (an entry about this will follow). Basically, a lot of "Whoa, shit! IMPULSE!" happened.

I recently attempted to register for a raku ceramics class at a local art joint, but it was canceled due to low numbers. I got my reg fee back, and said to myself, "Dude, Dave's having a party. I want to go to this party. ..." Five seconds of thinking went here, and then a "I AM GOING TO GO TO THIS PARTY!" happened. I purchased train tickets, went, and came back in a snap. Total impulse. O_O

Next time I want to plan a little bit better. XD;;; I must see more people!!
A girl with a mind like a diamondoneautumnday on April 11th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
Awesome! Well, I'm glad you had fun on your impulse trip and if you're down in the area again, I'd love to hang with you!
Dustin, Hrair-roo: big hugsyuushi on April 11th, 2006 02:44 am (UTC)
My mother's first boyfriend after she and my Dad split up was an abusive, alcoholic turd. He beat my mom, my brother and myself on a number of occasions.

That being said, people generally handle their booze in one of two ways. Either you're a silly drunk, or you're an angry drunk. It all really depends on the nature of the person since alcohol turns off your inhibitions.

If you hang with people who are generally nice and happy and happen to drink, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine.
Cristi: FMA - Ed move itsensitivinferno on April 11th, 2006 02:46 am (UTC)
I've known people in your situation, where a family member has traumatized them and made them think things like drinking must be terrible. But you just have to understand that all it does is release your inhibitions, it doesn't change who you are inside. Unfortunately, it sounds like your dad is a selfish person inside. So it came out more when he was drunk. But for people who are normally shy, it might help open them up and make them more outgoing. I have a friend like that, she is so cute when she's had a few drinks. So even though she is also cute when she's sober, she gets a little more comfortable and actually says what's on her mind. Then like you mentioned, Stefan was still polite Stefan, just a little goofy. ^_^ It goes on and on. While no one should ever feel that they HAVE to drink (that's when it's an addiction, obviously) sometimes people use it to make an already fun situation more interesting and unexpected.

Trust me, I know how you feel. I was engaged to an alcoholic, and lived with him. Except I was very naive and didn't realize at the time that he was an alcoholic. Not that I thought coming home and drinking alone until he was so drunk he couldn't function was NORMAL...but I didn't realize it indicated a problem. But the kind of person he was when he was drunk finally showed me the hidden truth inside of him. He would tell me to fuck off and he would sometimes get physical. Sometimes, yeah, drinking still scares me a bit. Not when I or my friends do it, but when Serge does it. Because it gives me flashbacks like, "oh no, what if this happens again?" But since I know what a good person he is, I know that it would never happen that way. I just have to tell myself that. I think the proof was a couple Katsucons ago he got REALLY drunk at a party and called my cell and was like, "Come to the party! I love you and miss you!" And he sounded so goofy, but if he was drunk and still saying he loved me, I figured it couldn't be all bad. ^_^

So I have no idea what my point in all that was. I guess just that I understand.
whowantscookies on April 11th, 2006 02:09 pm (UTC)
The Chef does not permit angry/violent drunks at my shindigs, lest they be thrown out by their coattails.
Emily: tenchi tendernessetoileeyes on April 11th, 2006 02:21 pm (UTC)
This is a good time in your life to figure out your problems and really take the time to think things through. You're not in a really serious relationship, you're away from your parents, you have a full time job (that doesn't take up all your time) and no school at this point to distract you. Figure out who you are while you have the chance and I'm proud of you for what you're doing out there in New City! You're really coming into your own, you know. *Hugs* Keep up the good work!