My brother is thinking of asking his girlfriend of almost 2 years to marry him
this weekend. I’m happy for him, but the problem is my parents. I’ve also been
dating a man for 1.5 years and they know about it, but they don’t want to meet
him. They’re very over-protective, and pretty religious, and I’m the “baby”,
so it seems like they will never be able to let go of the fact that I probably
won’t marry someone of my own religion.
Now, I really love this man, and we’ve discussed marriage as well, and I would
love for him to come to the wedding. Would that be appropriate to bring him??
That way, my parents will have to meet him ahead of time…and maybe get used
to him being around…
Four months of futile denial forces me to realize that I am attracted to you.
That I care about you, quite a bit. That I’d like to get to know you.
I’m not in a position to tell you this.
We’re women.
You’re old enough to be my mother and then some.
You were my professor. I’m still a student at our institution.
I already know that you care about me to an extent — last time I checked, you
don’t think of a person often (and tell them so) unless you care for them.
I wish I could ask you how much you do. Not only am I not brave enough, it just
wouldn’t be right.
Yet.
I feel so lost and confused right now. I just recently switched majors from
pharmacy to nursing. Also, I thought that I wanted to become a doctor so after
getting a BS in nursing I could go to medicine school. But lately I’ve been
thinking about why I chose nursing and medicine and I don’t think I want to
pursue either.
I also think that a lot of the reasons why I wanted a career in the medical
field is because of my parents. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a lab
technician. And most of my mom’s family is in the medical field. I feel like
I’m being pressured into going into the medical field, especially nursing. The
problem is I don’t really want to become a nurse and I’m not even sure I want
to become a doctor anymore. But if I were to choose another major, I wouldn’t
really know what to pick. Nothing seems to stand out and I don’t think I have a
passion for anything. My parents are really pressuring to me to go through with
nursing or something medical.
The part that stressing me out is that I don’t even know what I want. I don’t
know what I wanna do for the rest of my life. It’s so scary not knowing what to
do or where you’re going to end up. And I feel so forced into nursing because
like I said I don’t know what else I would wanna do. I feel like there’s some
kind of time limit on trying to find out what you want to do for the rest of
your life and if you pass the the limit then it’s too late for you. And I’m
afraid that it will be too late for me when I know what I wanna do.
I graduated from University last year. I wrote the MCAT last summer and I
applied to med school (with no success). But I’m going back to do my Masters
in September.
Now the problem is, I’ve been looking for a job since around November. I’ve
had several interviews, with various companies. I’m applying for both
science/lab-type jobs and even retail ones. I even had an interview 2 weeks
ago for a grocery store, and the lady said she would call back in a few days
but didn’t (and I have over FOUR years experience in a previous grocery
store).
This is beyond depressing. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’m avoiding
mentioning I’m going back to school in September, that might scare some
employers. I have both college and university education, so maybe they see me
as “over qualified”, but it’s getting ridiculous that I can’t even find a
simple little part-time job….
I just found out the girl I thought was my forever friend can’t stand me or my
boyfriend. Doens’t like anything about me, but wants me to go out drinking
with her all the time. What do I do?
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik