I actually think this was pretty responsible. Rather than banning it outright, which would result in kids wanting to rebel even more, she offers it in her home where she can control the amount people drink. Good on ya, Mrs George. You’re a cool mom.
She also offered her daughter a condom when she was hooking up with a guy instead of freaking out and kicking the guy out of the house.
It’s kinda funny how she is simultaneously an out-there parent, yet not a bad one. She might actually understand that her daughter is a anger-ridden teenager who can’t be easily controlled and restricted, so instead of telling her what she can’t do, she tries to guide her to a safer decision. I’m not saying I’m 100% cool with how she executes it, but hey, not a bad parent when you think about it.
next up on tumblr: psychoanalysing the mean girls mother.
So it’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr, but I felt like venting, and I know nobody will see this. Recently, I’ve been more depressed than usual. I have a new job fresh out of college and a wonderful boyfriend that I’d do anything for, but I still feel empty inside. As I am writing this, I am sitting on my couch watching That 70s Show while my boyfriend sleeps in my bed. Sitting out here just so he can sleep uninterrupted and without having to deal with my unexplained bad mood.
While some things have been going well, others have been terrible. With friends graduating college and moving away, I am reminded of the few friendships I have eventually fading away. It’s really hard to believe that the friendships I have been cultivating throughout my life are coming to an end. Also, just last week I discovered one of the most influential professors I had in my college career passed away from a sudden heart attack. I wish I could have had the chance to really thank him for everything he did for me and I regret being unable to attend the funeral.
And like always, my emotions are running out of control. I continually have to pretend to have a happy demeanor while on the inside I just want to curl up in my bed and cry all day. What hurts the most is knowing my boyfriend has to deal with all of this. He does so much for me and is always there for me, even when I don’t even know what I’m upset about. I hate like constantly feeling like a burden to those I am close to. Sometimes I wish I could just turn off my emotions, even if just for a moment.
Writing all of this down has made me feel loads better, even if it doesn’t make any sense to anybody that may read this. Now to continue watching Netflix and hope I can fall asleep soon so I can at least not be completely miserable tomorrow.