I don’t make a habit of bitching and moaning here, because I am generally a happy person. I smile a lot. I love life, my animaux, my friends. Stuff just tends to make me happy.
Which is why I hate being a miserable git right now. And I hate the fact it’s my own parents that have made me feel this way. See the thing is, like most non-Western parents, they have some pretty set-in-stone expectations, and they can be pretty relentless in getting their point across. It’s been this way since I was a kid, and it is really stressing me out right now.