Sleeping With the Light On

I'm tired today. Didn't get the kind of sleep I need. Time-wise, I did fine. Got to bed on time. But... I fell asleep with the light on and that's not usually too good.

Pretty sure I bombed my biology test last night... dang-it! Guess I'm just going to have to study a bit more often prior to cramming all the info into my brain just a couple days before.

Had a strange moment yesterday. I got into a confrontation with a cocky new co-worker. Said everything I thought because no one else was doing it and for some reason it just built up to a pinnacle yesterday for me. And then HE CRIED. I don't feel bad about it. I hope he was being geniune when he said I helped him. I guess telling him to get out from under daddy's thumb somehow hit him hard. Time will tell, though I may never see it, if I really did help push him to a new way of thinking or if it did nothing.

Only problem with the situation is that I found out this morning that he's an actor. Which is all fine and dandy but I guess it shouldn't matter. I either helped him or I didn't. And if he was faking the tears, that's on him. It was therapeutic for me too. I spoke my mind without faltering. And the only thing I can do is take it for what it was. A grown man crying over what I know is real pain for some people. Living one's life for their parents can be really dangerous. It's good to make them proud but you shouldn't have to live by their standards and orders into adulthood. In my opinion, they should do their job and then let you go. Not tell you how to live your life or put pressure on you to do as they please. Living your life for yourself is so important, finding your own way. Not that help is bad but too much help can just simply be not good.