No One Understands!

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I have a hard time communicating with my parents. I’m pretty sure the majority of people my age feel the same way, but it’s particularly difficult with me since I’m adopted. I work in a white-collar / upper middle-class occupation and my parents grew up decidedly blue-collar. I’ve finished graduate school and then some, and they graduated high school and my sister barely finished seventh grade. When I go home, there’s such a divide between what I think is important and what they think is important or are even able to comprehend.

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I’m in a liminal zone between my family and my friends (who are much better able to understand me) but suffer under the yoke of “we’ve done so much for you, why can’t you be grateful?”. I do appreciate what they’ve done for me, but it’s nevertheless hard to spend time with them just because it’s so dissatisfying. I was watching a TED talk by Eric Whitacre about a virtual choir of Youtube singers, and was profoundly moved by the beauty of such a disparate group of people spread out through the world. I wanted my father to experience it but within seconds of the performance starting, he was making comments like “he’s a real new agey kind of composer” and “they can’t show everyone’s face because there are so many contributors.” It kind of comes down to the fact that he likes to hear himself talk. It kind of ruined it for me, and I became frustrated that I couldn’t share this seemingly simple thing (after all, who doesn’t like a well-performed song?).

I’m on a personal development quest to rid myself of judgment, recognizing that I am very critical of myself and by extension, of other people, but it’s such a challenge when I come home, I’m not sure I can do it.

Shopping in Suburbia

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Having spent a good amount of time living in Manhattan, I became used to the huge selection of shopping available. The standard stores like Bloomingdale’s, Lord & Taylor, and Barneys New York had a remarkable selection, and the “little” shops like Club Monaco, Armani Exchange, and Urban Outfitters in the Flatiron District and the Village were a lot of fun; you could walk 15 minutes in any direction and find almost anything you wanted.

I recently went to a mall in suburbia where I grew up and my parents live, and after walking around the same brand stores, I couldn’t find anything I wanted to buy – the selection was really abysmal. Although I read a lot about style online and try to be somewhat fashion-conscious, my former budget, being a student, was pretty low so my options were limited. Now that I make a decent salary, I want to be able to buy what I want, but it’s difficult when it’s not even available! It makes for a good excuse to go the city, but I long for the ease of just hopping on the 6 train and heading downtown for an afternoon of shopping.

Some Random Thoughts

I already have a blog that’s visible to most everyone I know (and those I don’t – it’s simply my name dot com), and so wanted to have a place where I could publish some of my unexpurgated thoughts. This is probably not a new idea and I make no claim to it, but I am rather proud of my naming of this blog. Thanks to, I was able to come up with a pretty neat sounding phrase that really just means random thoughts… but mostly it’s just neat sounding 🙂

So hopefully I’ll be able to post some interesting findings here – in my line of work, time is a precious commodity, sometimes better filled with sleep! But without having to censor myself as much as I usually do (and more on that later), I’ll be more willing to write what comes to mind. Stay tuned.