To put it mildly: dammit.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired? But really: sometimes, just sometimes, I want to take a break from being the responsible daughter/granddaughter, having to shoulder the responsibility my parents are given at times in familial matters. Last time it was my grandfather being confined in the hospital and I having to stay with him in the midst of preparations for thesis defense, oral exams and a written exam. Crapola. So of course my exams suffered, me blanking out totally in one of them. Hot damn, I can still remember that. And now my grandmother needs to be brought to the hospital tomorrow because she was diagnosed with pancreatitis. And I was tasked with
***I mean, why can't my aunt and her kids take care of her/their parents/grandparents,
But I'll do it
But the Western influence in me, with its consumeristic, self-centered ideals--rebels. But this insurgence must be quelched, and I must submit, once again.
--This must seem like such a childish sentiment, but I assure you, it is real: I have my own hopes and dreams, after all.
To each and everything its own time, I guess, is something I still have to learn and appreciate. Point taken, then: lesson in progress.