Ugh, God blessed me with an awesome mom. She really is a keeper. (Much love to ya, Mama Crawford!)
Unfortunately, as many of you out there probably know, when you have someone who did a good job raising you, you probably ended up with some character traits you wish you could get rid of. Even just for a day or two.
A Solid Work Ethic
But seriously, there have been several times in my life when I have looked at people who have crappy work ethics and have found myself very jealous of them. I mean, I desperately want to call in late to work 3 mornings a week. I would love to just show up to work whenever I feel like it. I would really, really, really like to feel okay with only giving 50% on a special project. I wonder what it must feel like to utter the words "Oh well, guess we just won't make the deadline. Ha!"
Sometimes, I really hate the good work ethic my mom instilled in me. Thanks a lot, Crawford! Psh.
Having a Guilty Conscience
Oh my gosh. I never need anyone to accuse me of anything I have ever done wrong, because I am constantly turning myself in before anyone else even has a chance to discover I have done something wrong at all. My guilty conscience is my superhero power (that, and Automatic Exploding Afro). Here are three examples...
killer house party my senior year of high school when my mom was out of town. I mean, that mess was tri-county! Kids were arrested. Cops came (twice). Beer flowed. Drugs were dropped (although I had no part in this aspect). Entire panels of the fence in our backyard were destroyed. Years later, when my mom tried to sell the house, she was STILL finding beer bottles, condoms (gross people!), and cigarette butts in our back yard. It was epic. Worthy of any '90's movie references you can think of. BUT, when all was said and done, I couldn't even get to sleep that night knowing I had done something so wrong. The guilt was literally eating me up inside (well, the guilt plus the 30 beers I had ingested settling into my under-aged belly). I picked up the phone around 3am or so, called the front desk of the hotel where my mom was staying, and asked to be transferred to her room. With my heart pounding, I gave her the scoop, told her I would be ready for my sentencing when she came home, and that I would have the house cleaned up by the time she got back. In all honesty, I probably could have come up with a cover story, and been able to ellude my mom for years without her finding out. But the guilt would have seriously torn a whole in my brain, and it would have started leaking out in little chunks out of my right ear, and that just insn't a good look for anyone, especially someone with curly hair.
3. The third example of my guilty conscience is taking place right now, as I type. I feel sooooooo incredibly badly for typing this blog while I'm at work, that I think I am going to have to stay an extra hour just so I can balance out my timesheet and not feel badly at the end of the month when I fill out my hours. (Wow, I'm combining A Solid Work Ethic AND A Guilty Conscience in this one...not too shabby.)
Just once, I would like to do something bad and not have pangs of guilt so badly that I think I am having a heart attack at the age of 27.
What about you guys out there? Have anything your parents instilled in you that you wish you could get rid of every so often?
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