On the very last day of 2011 my parents and I had a very serious talk regarding my future. My dad problematized how unpredictable I have become (allegedly) and asked me what I planned to do with my life. My dad always takes a condescending tone with me so that part's already been established. What really insulted me was that he told me I was unpredictable. Do I need to be predictable in some way? Does dad always have to be able to figure me out? My dad always told me in a boastful manner that he could open up a fortune-telling / physiognomy place and have a flourishing business.
I suppose what makes my dad, let's face it, so afraid of my lifestyle is that he no longer has the degree of power that he used to have over me. I openly rebel against him, criticize his attitudes towards other people... among other things.
But I did see his point. Even though I feel stable and comfortable enough in my current position I do need to have a plan.
The fact that I still long to study law in Canada presents me with daunting tasks of retaking LSAT, asking profs to fill out recommendation forms, and completing personal statements ALL OVER THE FUCK AGAIN. I had spent three months prepping law school applications before. The whole thing is still fresh in my memories and I'm not looking forward to doing that again even though this time I won't be applying to nine schools. My parents practically have no faith in the prospect of my getting into law school so I've stopped expecting them to trust me. I'm not doing this for them anyway.
It's been years since I made new year resolutions. I didn't bother mostly because I knew they will be short-lived. But I've decided to prove my skepticism wrong. I won't tell you what they are, however. ;p
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