So this week I was grounded. Figures that a 21 year old can still be grounded but that’s the way it is for me. With parents that still lay down the ground rules and every other rule that they might have missed, it’s no surprise that I still get punished for missing curfew. Well, my friends are surprised a lot. They wonder why I’m still being treated like I’m 15… well because it’s their house, I always say. And while that’s true, I think the only way I’ll “escape” is if I get my own place, which realistically speaking, is out of the picture for me. Me and everyone else knows it. I’ve been saving – or spending sparingly – for the better part of year so far, and I’ve got over $1000 saved up. Sooner or later I’ll have to take the plunge and get my own car. My only obstacle thus far is the driving test I keep avoiding for some odd reason… mainly because I bombed the parallel parking part and wasn’t even allowed to continue the test… embarassing as that may sound. But really I have no one to blame for my lack of a car but myself. I’ll be getting paid this week and afterwards I would like to take my test and be done with it, so I can move on to the actual buying of the car… But we’ll see how it goes.
As for being grounded, I’ve been spared of the the presence of my friends for almost a week now, save for my co-workers and those I see at school. Word got out pretty fast that I was grounded for staying 2 hours past curfew, and it doesn’t get any less embarassing. This isn’t the first time I’ve been talked about as the jailbird. And while it sucks, somewhere deep inside me there’s this voice that keeps saying that I’m benefitting from all of this no-tolerance martial law in some way or another. I think it shows.
Like for instance at work, my supervisors know that we aren’t supposed to mop before we close our doors at Starbucks in the Westin hotel because it looks like we’re closing early and trying to shake off guests. And some nights they do it anyway. So when my supervisor went off to do some work, I was left to mop “early.” Needless to say, I was stupid nervous of what might happen if I were caught. Is this fear from my upbringing? Why am I so nervous to go out there and live a little. I don’t like to drink, parties aren’t my thing, and living on the edge only seems to get me in trouble.
Well, I know that these answers are sure to find their way to me somehow, but the best thing for me to do now is to get to sleep. Don’t want to stay up too late past my curfew.
