Thursday night. Rehearsal night.
Picture me walking out the door, through the garage, to my dad's car. I climb in and turn it on. As the radio comes on, not thinking twice, I hit the button to take me to my presets. All six of them. FM2, what was once the "kids' presets" which of course turned into just mine (though my older brother and I both use this car) even though most of the time I just hook-up my iPod to the auxiliary port.
Driving from home to play practice, by myself, leads to me either singing in the car, or talking to myself. Tonight it was the latter. I marveled that I have managed to captivate all 6 of the presets my brother and I supposedly share, which lead me to recall a series of other memories... I realized in a bigger way than ever before 'I really am spoiled.' Almost fuming I thought about that. The more I thought, the more I realized how true that is. My parents and siblings are right; being the youngest child really has done a number on my ego!
Frowning, and then laughing quietly to myself [#lqtm] I made a list:
4 Ways to Know You're Spoiled:
- You know your brother doesn't like "your music", but you still save "your stations" on the presets you are supposed to share in your dad's car. No one says or does anything. In fact, you'd be surprised if Dad even knows you've capitalized them.
- You work 3 jobs and go to ask your parents for money. After a long discussion, they still give it to you acknowledging that only you would (a) have the audacity to do so, and (b) get the money from them.
- You want to move out, and at first, you think you can afford it. Thinking to yourself "I can get a job in my new town!" (as any optimistic youngest child would) and insisting all summer that, even if it'll only be for a few months, come August you will be moving, you set your heart on this plan (which means, it's going to happen). Sure enough, you run out of money. Quickly. Pathetically pleading and halfheartedly job-hunting, you ask your parents for help their parents for money. They oblige.
- You're 8 years old, sharing a room with your older brother. One night, you decide you're so sick of him that you kick him out, becoming the first of the many children in your family to have your own bedroom. No one in the family does anything to stop you from kicking your brother out.
Oh my heck! What a jerk. It's a sad realization to see that you're someone who has sorta taken your lifestyle for granted. You're someone who has taken for granted the generosity of your parents and getting your way more often than not. I'm not trying to say that my parents and family members are all pushovers, or that I've always been given everything I've ever wanted: neither of those things are true. I am saying that I've been pretty ungrateful and that my gratitude has been too little too late.
That being said: I'm starting this blog for 2 reasons. First: to express gratitude out loud. I want to take the chance every time I write (which will hopefully be every day, but I'm not making any promises) to publicly thank someone (or even multiple someones) for something they've done for me. Second reason: I'm writing this because I want some sort of journal and this seems the most probable way for me to keep writing it.
Let the inaugural Blog Thank You's begin:
- Thank You: Mom and Dad for everything! You are incredible and I love you. Seriously. You have done, still do, and will do so much for me. Every day of my life you somehow go out of your way in my behalf. Thank you! I love you so much!
- Thank You: Leisl for inviting me to be a part of You Can't Take it With You. I have enjoyed being part of a play again for the first time in three years! Also, I didn't realize until the night you weren't at rehearsal how grateful I am to be "married" to you as opposed to someone else in the cast because I'm already comfortable around you. Thank you! Love you!
- Thank You: Reader. I don't know who you are, since I haven't yet (nor do I ever plan to) invited you to read this. I apologize for my poor writing, haphazard thoughts, and overly-sentimental thoughts. Thanks for reading, I really hope you enjoy this and will be patient with me as I share these thoughts. You're awesome!
I really look forward to this blog!
-Dom
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