I've been watching the fishing shows on the discovery channel lately. I hate fishing, but I sort of feel like I am getting to know my dad a little by watching it. My mom watches sometimes and when I've seen her watching she looks so distant and sad. I don't know why I do this to myself, but lately, maybe because I'm about to graduate, I just sort of wish that I'd had a dad...
That mean ugly ocean is so amazing to me. And they really aren't kidding around when they say how dangerous it is. Those kids really are risking their lives every day they are out there so that you can have some fish sticks and sushi or whatever. Breaks my heart.
I have finals still. I have been putting off my last paper. I have to do it tomorrow. I had the worst job interview ever today. Dasan still needs about $1250 to register for DC. It's rough kids. Help if you can.
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Isn't it funny how, no matter how much time has passed, and no matter how much older you get, when you have lost a parent that you never got the privilege to know, or that you didn't get to build a relationship with, there remains an open wound? I remember confessing to a friend how I wanted/want to have my mother's body exhumed because I needed/need to see her one last time. Like, if I could just see her one more time, then maybe, just maybe, all of the grief, and pain, and wishing, and resentment, and anger, and sadness, and all that other shit would just go away.
Its a toughy, but a completely human feeling/reaction for a child who longs for the parent they never knew, especially in moments of transition.
Anyhoo... I hope the donations continue to come in so Dasan can do his thang in DC!!!!
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