And oh, my family... and people in general. I can't seem to stand them in bigger than small doses. Their focus on money ("you cousin is a social worker and she makes little money! other one was exotic dancer in Mexico and she made more money..."), in some of them lack of realization the socio-political-cultural climate changed few times since the good old days (they lived through 40 years of communism. Some of them remember Hitler's protectorate and "the crisis". What good old days?)...
I don't hate my family. That is the problem. I have to be NICE to them and not argue too much...

I guess I'll just move down to Rome and work for one of the cat sanctuaries and plant figs.

(actually, this is why I apply left and right for every position of hotel receptionist I come across. Because people are NICE (or at least nicer) when they are on vacation. Or at least more honest... because I can't seem to deal with everyday life. I want it pretty... but than again, it's not responsible. I studied from tax payer's money, so I should use my education for public good... though I don't know how to be honest).

and my I am rambling. I am having very sad bout of manicky episode, I guess.