There's something about the way I live my life that continues to baffle people. I have no tolerance for being interrupted, and it might just be that the more I get involved, the more I want to finish something before moving on to something else. And it proceeds to rip apart relations between myself and my mother, a woman with as little patience as one can possibly have. What mystifies me is how she believes I don't understand a thing she says. She repeats something at least five times in a conversation with me steadily muttering, "I know, you told me." under my breath. Then she's insulted. She stalks off as if I did something wrong and proceeds to yell the same things at me once she comes back.

Her life is one complaint after another.

My life is one freedom after another.

I've tried to find a midway between us, and I'm not exactly sure what it is yet. Sure, I'd love to do chores, but I can't just stop my work in the middle of it and come back. If I break some code or mess up a picture, I want to fix it before leaving. No telling what can happen in those few moments I'm gone. I'm precarious but I take a lot of risks. Just not technical risks.

My honest opinion is that everyone in the family has their own relative duties. I'm supposed to make all A's, my mom's supposed to bring home the money, and my dad's supposed to maintain the family and those ties are being loosened now. I can't do laundry or cook because no one's taught me. I can't take the initiative to learn something unless someone offers it to me. Believe me, I'm as absentminded as they come. But it doesn't help that there's no one there to help me out.

Somehow, I think my switching back to Movable Type after so long gives me a little more freedom. This migration of my site is almost complete, and the conversion factor of my hum-drum life into a hard-working one is just a step away.