Y'know, if anything's going to motivate me to move out of my mother's house, it will be her husband. I don't foam-at-the-mouth dislike him, but his mannerisms for the most part do not fall in the category of what makes a friend for me. Case in point: Watching television. I cannot enjoy watching TV with him. If something happens that he doesn't like, or things is too incredulous, he is very quick to give his opinion about it, very obnoxiously and in a way that just plain ruins the rest of the show-watching experience for me. Very self-centered, IMO. I mean, if I don't like something, I'm not going to moan and groan about it for about five minutes well beyond that moment's passing. Nor am I gonna make it sound like a federal case to everyone else trying to enjoy or just peacefully view what they're seeing.

He's very abrasive to me. Which I guess makes him good at his job of selling stuff. Means he can very easily push stuff onto people who would otherwise avoid it. Me, I don't respond well to that kind of communication style. I shut down very quickly when people try to push themselves and their opinions on me. Hence why I spend a lot of time in my room instead of out in the rest of the house communicating with people.

Despite the bitchery I engage in within this LJ over my family, family itself is very important to me. It would be nice to be a mother one day--though I think I would sign up for the C-Section delivery the second I knew I was preggers. I have Sim-like Aspirations of getting married at some point. Right now, though, I think about the family I have that's spread out across The States. Once upon it a time it was my dream that most or all of us would come together in the same city. I still have that dream, especially as I think about my grandmother and how no one lives this particular life forever. I don't think my mother's too keen on the idea, but I would love it if my grandmother came to live with us here. I always liked that cultural concept of the younger generation taking in their elders and taking care of them in the eve of their lives. It doesn't mean treating them like infants, just giving them a place to live and food to eat so they don't have to struggle as much, and don't feel completely disconnected from people they've known. If I ever strike it rich, I would definitely do something to set my grandmother up so she would be comfortable for the rest of her days. To me, it would kinda be the least I could do.

Well, onto other things. Yup, you guessed it. My effort to write my own TV series has come to a grinding halt. Probably for the same reason that I always seem to trip myself up: No motivation/feeling like no one's really interested in what I have. I'm kinda wondering if I should even bother to contact the guy who was supposed to give me a novel-writing job this past summer. Maybe he was expecting me to be more nagging. Maybe he'll get annoyed that I'm contacting him at all. Who knows. I'm starting to feel at a major loss for how to get my writing career going overall. It's not like I don't have the time! Right now, I only work 4 hours a night. But, feeling as alone as I do most of the time... I dunno anymore. Although, there was a time when I wrote a really awesome story in the midst of my crushing depression. Evidently this is not one of those times.

I'm guessing I need a new hobby or something. RPing, writing and playing games just doesn't seem to be doing it anymore.