I’ve never seen myself as a turtleneck person. It’s their comical quality and associations with a certain type of narcissistic, eyebrow-arching, middle-aged man that is now too culturally ingrained. But if you can rock a turtleneck, more power to you. It’s just not me.
This is why it puzzles me that, every Christmas since I was five, I’ve received a turtleneck from one relative or another. For as long as I have been able to dress myself, I’ve been receiving turtlenecks and have yet to wear one. I don’t think I’m a particularly chilly-necked person, nor am I a French urban sophisticate. I must exude some ineffable quality that leads one to believe that my neck requires garb.
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The gift exchange portion of the evening had ended and we had enjoyed a meal my aunt had cordially prepared before the music sharing segment of the occasion had commenced.
As my uncle began the “Dark Side of the Moon,” Aunt Carmella, who previously thought she would not be able to make it this Christmas, arrived. After the customary series of hurrahs and salutations, karaoke continued, and she frantically handed out boxes from the tote bags at her …show more content…
For instance, the DVD of the third season of “Big, Bigger, Biggest” from the aunt who is convinced I’m destined to be an engineer, or the “Law: For Dummies” book from my uncle who is certain I’ve got a future in law.
The adults in my life seem to want me to be a shadow of themselves. They fail to realize that I am a prisoner to all their demands of perfectionism. They shove religion down my throat and catapult me into cultural standards that, quite frankly, I don’t agree with. I appreciate that they demand that I do my best. If nothing else, they make me think about the future. But the decisions I face are mine- it’s my future.
After three years of being dead-set on being a business major, I’m not sure anymore. My delusions of philosophy grandeur have been sufficiently extinguished, as well. The thing I’m sure of is that what I do, and how I do it, is in my control. My judgment is what
This is why it puzzles me that, every Christmas since I was five, I’ve received a turtleneck from one relative or another. For as long as I have been able to dress myself, I’ve been receiving turtlenecks and have yet to wear one. I don’t think I’m a particularly chilly-necked person, nor am I a French urban sophisticate. I must exude some ineffable quality that leads one to believe that my neck requires garb.
I’ve tried every way of unloading these articles that you could think …show more content…
The gift exchange portion of the evening had ended and we had enjoyed a meal my aunt had cordially prepared before the music sharing segment of the occasion had commenced.
As my uncle began the “Dark Side of the Moon,” Aunt Carmella, who previously thought she would not be able to make it this Christmas, arrived. After the customary series of hurrahs and salutations, karaoke continued, and she frantically handed out boxes from the tote bags at her …show more content…
For instance, the DVD of the third season of “Big, Bigger, Biggest” from the aunt who is convinced I’m destined to be an engineer, or the “Law: For Dummies” book from my uncle who is certain I’ve got a future in law.
The adults in my life seem to want me to be a shadow of themselves. They fail to realize that I am a prisoner to all their demands of perfectionism. They shove religion down my throat and catapult me into cultural standards that, quite frankly, I don’t agree with. I appreciate that they demand that I do my best. If nothing else, they make me think about the future. But the decisions I face are mine- it’s my future.
After three years of being dead-set on being a business major, I’m not sure anymore. My delusions of philosophy grandeur have been sufficiently extinguished, as well. The thing I’m sure of is that what I do, and how I do it, is in my control. My judgment is what