Good Sunday morning! Welcome to another weekend of #weekendcoffeeshare. Come in for a cup of steamy hot coffee, tea, cocoa, or whatever. I’m happy to say I still like my coffee sugar-free with a splash of creamy almond milk.
If we were having coffee, I would first show you of all the new photos I’ve taken this week. I’m still post-processing them through Adobe Lightroom but here are a few of my favorites taken on Thursday night when my mom, my aunt, cousin, and I went to see the Christmas lights at the city park. Apparently, the theme this year is dinosaurs and other cute and cuddly animals.
Here are my favorites so far from wandering around the mall across from my work in downtown Salt Lake City on Friday night.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I am having a slight sugar withdraw at the moment. I fell off the sugar wagon earlier in the week because of a donut and peanut butter bars. My department at work was doing a 12 days of Christmas activity where for each of the 12 workdays before Christmas, two people are responsible for bringing treats to the office. Surprisingly, none of the treats were repeated in the 12 days.
Anyway, I was doing so well on my no-refined-sugar-diet until someone brought three dozens of donuts and another person brought peanut butter bars and brownies on the same day. Well, I can only hold out for so long before craving; I guess I’m not strong enough for this kind of temptation. After overdosing on sugar that day, I started eating the candies in my drawer again.
I began that diet again on Friday and got a massive headache and shaky hands because of it. I felt a little better on Saturday but still, I felt like someone is constantly knocking on my skull.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you my anxiety isn’t any better this week if not worst. I have been repeating my usual mantra “Everything will eventually get better” but it’s looking as though the more I repeat this mantra, the worst things get.
For one thing, I can’t seem to get a moment of peace and quiet to myself. They are always shouting even when they’re sitting next to each other. I tried shutting myself in my room but I could still hear them.
For another, my mom seems to be blind to their disinterest in everything. They don’t seem to be interested in going anywhere. Each time we go somewhere that’s not the grocery store or the usual Chinese restaurant, they’ll complain about snow, the cold, or they’ll stall until my mom’s patience wears out and cancels the trip. Through their behavior, I can tell they don’t want to do anything other than sleep and eat.
My mom, on the other hand, is spoiling them like children. She planted this idea in their head that everything I say is exaggerated and BS. I have been attempting to impose some house rules during the last few days but every time I tried to do so, my mom would go behind my back and tell them to ignore me. Does anyone care about the fact that I’m paying the bills?
The dilemma is I have trouble telling them what they can and can’t do because of this stupid cultural rule that was drilled into my head when I was a child. Never tell an elder what they can and can’t do.
Remember last week I said my cousin was cool. It turned out he’s no better. I offered him opportunities to make friends and assimilate into U.S. society but just like his mother, he declined every opportunity. I invited him to a New Year Eve party, he declined. A dance on Valentine’s Day? Nope. Camping in May? Not a chance.
He’s beginning to look a lot like my former students, the ones I used to teach English-as-a-second-language, the ones who don’t care one bit about socializing and just want to sit in front of a computer screen.
Before you go, I will wish you have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope to see you back next week to wrap up 2018.