Listening to: Dazz Band - Let it Whip
Those folks of mine got back from China last friday, and they had pictures. Lots of them. And many wonderful stories.
I don't mean to sound like a whiny, cantankerous, spoiled piece of crap, but they could have very easily stowed me in their luggage, if they so pleased. My mom said that the trip was primarily "outside of her comfort zone" (they usually travel very very well, and while they still stayed at some nice places, the trip lent itself to a series of Amazing Race-like environments). I asked her if she'd run the race with me - mommy said we'd suck at it. She thinks that neither of us are particularly courageous, and I'm not going to argue that - she's absolutely right.
Now, Steve wants to race with me. Couple-racing has one mega-downside - the potential driven-to-insanity breakup. Is it worth the risk? Oh, probably not. But money + travel with the guy I love most? oooh, excellent carrot on that stick.
But then I come to the usual problem-when-applying thing - the "Have you been diagnosed with any mental illnesses?" question. Of course I can't lie - I take several medications to treat the problem. But if I'm fully medicated, and I haven't been a threat to anyone, including myself, that shouldn't be a problem, right?
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Apply! Can't hurt to apply. I could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Heck, the mental illness thing could put you in the good pile immediately. Do they have a spot to explain what it is?
My folks are going to China next spring. I'm not as envious of that as I was when they went to Australia. Or Europe.
Spending my inheritance, they are.
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