Likeness

It happens at the weirdest times. I'll be doing some random thing, and then it pops into my head: I am like my parents and the rest of my family. I see in me random characteristics of my other family members. I can be funny at select times, like my father and Poppy, except they are always funny; I worry WAY too much, which is exactly like my mother, but worse; I hum to myself at random times and love soap operas, just like Nana; I have terrible road rage, like my older sister; I can be incredibly lazy, like my brother; and I can be happy doing something all the time without stopping, like my younger sister.

And I'm happy.

I'm happy that I'm like them. Who ever thinks they will say that? I never did. All I know is, at this point in time--everything is good. All is right with the world, and I am content in what I believe is going to happen and with what is coming up. That'll probably change in five minutes, but as of right now I'm happy. I aced my parody presentation yesterday. I had to make a parody and present it to the class, and I parodied a soap opera. If I do say so myself it was pretty good: everyone laughed when they were supposed to, which is a good sign. Classes are over!! And besides a few paper revisions and studying for finals, I am basically done with school. The semester is almost over. And, cycling back to my original point, I am like my family. As crazy as they are, as nuts as they drive me sometimes, I'm happy that I'm like them. All those characteristics make me the neurotic person that I am, and barring getting my final grades right before Christmas I've gotten pretty far.

I don't know what's wrong with me--I think it's the holiday season. I've been thinking more and more about my grandparents, and I can't get them off my mind. I just miss them so much. I want things to be like they used to be, to be able to stop by their house and just talk. They are--were--the greatest people. It was bad enough not having Poppy last Christmas, but to lose Nana, too--okay, getting way too sappy here. Okay. Breathe in, breathe out. Back to my original point, which gets lost here somehow in my rambling on and on: I am like my family.

Thank God.