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Well I’m in New Delhi.  Got interrogated by a family friend last night.  Was actually very eye opening.  When asked, “Would you be fine if your son flips burgers for a living?”  My boyfriend said “As long as they’re happy.” And I think I have never been more proud of him.

As far as religion goes I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing that we come from different backgrounds.  I want my kids to understand that people believe different things and that that’s okay. At this point my boyfriend and I believe the same thing (somewhat of a miracle considering we were born on opposite sides of the planet, Eastern vs Western culture), but the interrogator assured us that we’ll eventually want to pin one or the other set of beliefs on our kids.

I just want them to be kind and loving. Which is why I’m still with this guy in the first place… I’ve never met anyone more qualified to be the father to my kids.

And regarding my job. I work at a nursing home. Which to Indians  is apparently the same as wasting your potential and “doing nothing”.

I am the one, when an old lady wakes up at 2 in the morning hollering “WHERE AM I!” I am the one that sits with her until she’s calm enough to go to sleep.  I’m the difference between happy and depressed and I am freaking good at tipping the balance in favor of the former.  THAT is a Real Job. That is an opportunity to make the world better in a tangible way.

It’s too late for my boyfriend to do anything other than be a successful computer engineer.  He’s obligated to do it for his parents, and he wants to make them happy. Well he does like computer engineering.  The obligation part is being successful. I’m glad he doesn’t feel like he has to impose the same thing on his own spawn though.

Sorry babes this might have been a little disjointed.  I have a lot to think about.

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