Goodbye to you

I emailed my spouse and told him it was time we parted ways. What do I do with all of these feelings? I hate him and I miss what I thought we had together. My life has so many positive changes these days. But I seem to be focused on only "me" things. Like tunnel vision. There are a number of things in life that I enjoy -- making fun of my former place of employment, reading some crazy-boy's blog, and reading awesome books (new and old) as well. Lately I've only been running and spending money on things I don't need.

WHy running, you ask? Because my first marathon will be on April 25, 2004. It's the beginning of the new me. Yay. I'm beside myself with excitement. Why shopping? Because doesn't everyone want nicer skin, nicer hair, nicer kitchen utinsils, nicer shelving units in their respective closets?

Good Lord, get over that inferiority complex!
Momma, Momma-womma... please stop asking me to keep my wits about me when I go back to school. Your eldest daughter has a college degree. Woo-friggin-hoo. First girl in the family. Second person in the family, ever. So what's say you get off my ass about WHERE I went to school, and the attitude you associate with that place, thereof.

The alleged "air" you continually accuse me of having is thus: People who went to the University of ________ think they are better than everyone. They are snotty and smug about the fact that they went to that school. They act as though they are better than everyone else. So you say, dear parental unit... so you say. But tell me something... am I as bad just because I went there? You say Peter is that bad because he went there, against his parents wishes.

You started talking about this when I said I was interested in climbing the corporate ladder. Actually, no, dear unit of female parent... YOU alleged that since I am traveling to sunny CA, that I also want to climb the corporeal...wait wait... the corporate ladder. THEN you admonished me against getting that "Big head" that people who attend the University of ________ have.

I'm really closer to cussing than one might think, so let me stand down for a second. Have you ever noticed that people accuse someone or something of having an air, when they feel inferior and/or jealous? Hm.

So this is the crux: I am not sorry for being edumacated. I'm just not. And I'm not sorry that my vocabulary is bigger than your purse (and THAT's big... so you know what I'm sayin'...). Further, I will not hold myself back just because you think that I think that I'm something special. GUESS WHAT? I already am special. No one had to tell me and I don't have to prove it.

What about educating myself for the sake of education? Well no one could ever say I was ignorant.