On the Road Again…

Today is another traveling day. My mom and I took a flight to Phoenix, AZ, where the temperature was 105 degrees. People have told me dry heat is not as hard to deal with, and they were wrong. I felt like I was in an oven the moment I stepped outside.

My mom and I got into another small and petty argument at the Phoenix airport. All of a sudden she said, “Why do you look so bored and depressed all the time? Can’t you just smile for once?”

To which I told her, “I’m always smiling… when I’m actually happy. If you want me to pretend, I can. But I‘ll do a shitty job at it.”

Of course she throws a fit at my statement. She demanded to know why I was so unhappy.

I asked her why I should be happy. I’m on a trip that I wasn’t told about or even consulted. I was still sick and I would get even worse because of the trips. I’m on trips constantly when I’m having to deal with personal problems. I can’t communicate well with my agent when I’m overseas and I barely just got a positive response from one. Did I need to go on? I didn’t think so.