Patrick took me on an adventure to Tea Tree Plaza this afternoon. He must sensed that something was bothering me, because on the drive he let me vent all the things I have been keeping all bundled up inside. The judgemental pressure my parents put on me, my worries about my poor Pa’s lung condition, my uncles cancer, my stress over enrolment, my anger over the unfair distribution of household chores, my insecurities and irrational loneliness. However, by the time we got there I had released all my steam and realised that maybe a lot of what I had been feeling, specifically toward myself, may had been unnecessary.
We walked around the shopping centre, browsing casually. We didn’t have any agenda or errands to run, it was perfect. We shared a tasty, nutritious SumoSalad for lunch, then I treated Patrick to a vanilla slice from Gloria Jeans when I went to have a coffee. It was lovely.
It was just what I needed.
I have to remember to vent my emotions properly through art and such instead of keeping them inside. It’s no good.
