{"id":328,"date":"2003-11-15T11:38:43","date_gmt":"2003-11-15T16:38:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=328"},"modified":"2003-11-15T11:38:43","modified_gmt":"2003-11-15T16:38:43","slug":"","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=328","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If she&#8217;d only know.<\/p>\n<p>Either it&#8217;s me or her. Sometimes I can&#8217;t believe how my mom gets into little details of problems and freaks out about them. It&#8217;s an ongoing battle, she just seems to be unable to step over those little things and try to build something betweens us. If we&#8217;d be constructing a house, we&#8217;d never get farther than the basement, cause she would discover millions of things that wouldn&#8217;t be right in her opinion. It&#8217;s not I dislike her, in fact I think she&#8217;s one of the most loveable people on this planet. But she is concerned with everyone and everything. Sometimes I think she keeps herself so busy, so she doesn&#8217;t have to think about her job (she&#8217;s a teacher), her problems with my grandmother and me. She complains I am never at home, but is that bad? I love my new, free life. I do loads of stuff, college, hockey, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.entree.at\" target=\"_blank\">entr\u00e9e<\/a>. She complains we&#8217;re never &#8220;talking&#8221;, but what is to talk? To discuss endless bits and pieces of everyday&#8217;s life or to talk about us, her life, my life, the future? She complains she wants to &#8220;spend time&#8221;, but I know in her dictation &#8220;spending time&#8221; means once again never-ending chains of dicussions about things that have no meaning in my life. <\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, I believe.<\/p>\n<p>PS: Shaun Joseph from the States has joined mindwork.net, a warm welcome from me :) Another piece in the puzzle of how to make the world a better place. When will <strong>you<\/strong> join?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If she&#8217;d only know. Either it&#8217;s me or her. Sometimes I can&#8217;t believe how my mom gets into little details of problems and freaks out about them. It&#8217;s an ongoing battle, she just seems to be unable to step over those little things and try to build something betweens us. If we&#8217;d be constructing a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=328"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}