"Why did you want to work so badly?" my father asked me on the phone this morning.
"To be honest, Dad," I said. "I wanted a new computer. I felt it was the only way I was going to get one. My old computer is so junky."
"We'll see about getting you a computer from Dell," he told me. "I bought your mother and I a computer."
"You're kidding," I told my father astonished. "That's y'alls first computer. Now, you can read my weather blog."
"I'm proud of you," my father told me. "I'm proud of you for making the right decision. You could have gotten yourself in a mess doing all that with working."
I agreed. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was blinded by my own lust for things material and money-wise. I wanted so badly to be independent and self-supporting. I will just try vocational rehab. and see how that turns out.