let it be...

Damn...I think I'm gonna stop fielding calls from my parents for a while. I didn't Co-D this year. Big deal. It may have helped me a lot, but whatever. It was a conscious choice on my part. I wanted to spend the little time that I had with Mo. I don't blame her. I don't have any regrets about it. I wish my parents would stop giving me shit about it. That's all they care about...what specialty am I going into, how competitive am I, why do I not want to take a few more years to sub-specialize in some shit I don't give a fuck about, blah blah. Fuck that shit! Seriously...I'm gonna be a doc already, so leave me the fuck alone already. I don't want to talk about it. Why am I in a bad mood? Cuz I don't fucking want to talk about it. Don't you get it? It hurts like fucking shit every time you bring that shit up mom. Why the fuck are you so dense. No, spending more time with you and dad isn't going to make me feel better because you don't understand why I'm miserable. I'm really sorry, but you can't make this better by cooking food for me or something like that. I'm really sorry, I wish you could too. Please, just leave me the fuck alone. Why do they always want to talk about that shit. I don't want to talk about why I made the decisions that I did last year. I have my reasons, for better or worse. I made them consciously and I don't blame anyone. So don't go point fingers at Mo. Maybe the decisions were stupid, but fuck it. I choose happiness over the dollar or prestige.

-bender