Back when we were young, I had to grow
It has been an interesting last few days, including today. I have realised I have grown up , alot over the last year or so. I do not know when exactly it happened. All I know is that it has indeed happened.
I went to the olive garden with my family the other day. Normall I would have been psyched about such prospects. I would have been all kinds of smiles and bubbly emotion. However this was not the case, Instead while we were waiting for our table a creeping feeling if dread came into me. I felt as though this dinner was going to suck. We went in, I ordered Four cheese sauce over ziti pasta and Minestrone soup. The soup was badly spiced and with too much stuff in it, cucumbers and a whole bunch of unnessessary vegtables that only served to confuse me rather than make me want to eat. It seemed to me that someone dumped a salad in soup and said "We will serve this tonight!"
Second. My father and I got into a fight. My father and I never fight. The situation.. My dad started a beer an hour before we were gonna leave for the movie. He only finished it just before we were ment to leave however. I told my dad i was not going to get into the truck with him, I told my brother i was not going. My brother and dad got pissy, as if i was sacraficing their entertainment for my high horse ideals. My father even went so far as to ask when i got so "self-righteous" I retorted by telling him That i was being responcible, something that he had taught me. My last words to him that day were "Fuck you old man" while flipping him off. My entire family defended him saying that he had had under the illegal ammount of achohol consumption. I told them i didnt want to take a risk , we could leave and catch another movie later if wanted but i was NOT going in there.
This makes me wonder if i did the right thing. And makes me wonder even more who my fanmily would have backed, dad included, if i was getting in a vehicle with everyone else. I just dont know..
I will add more later, for now break is done and I have to get back to work.
I went to the olive garden with my family the other day. Normall I would have been psyched about such prospects. I would have been all kinds of smiles and bubbly emotion. However this was not the case, Instead while we were waiting for our table a creeping feeling if dread came into me. I felt as though this dinner was going to suck. We went in, I ordered Four cheese sauce over ziti pasta and Minestrone soup. The soup was badly spiced and with too much stuff in it, cucumbers and a whole bunch of unnessessary vegtables that only served to confuse me rather than make me want to eat. It seemed to me that someone dumped a salad in soup and said "We will serve this tonight!"
Second. My father and I got into a fight. My father and I never fight. The situation.. My dad started a beer an hour before we were gonna leave for the movie. He only finished it just before we were ment to leave however. I told my dad i was not going to get into the truck with him, I told my brother i was not going. My brother and dad got pissy, as if i was sacraficing their entertainment for my high horse ideals. My father even went so far as to ask when i got so "self-righteous" I retorted by telling him That i was being responcible, something that he had taught me. My last words to him that day were "Fuck you old man" while flipping him off. My entire family defended him saying that he had had under the illegal ammount of achohol consumption. I told them i didnt want to take a risk , we could leave and catch another movie later if wanted but i was NOT going in there.
This makes me wonder if i did the right thing. And makes me wonder even more who my fanmily would have backed, dad included, if i was getting in a vehicle with everyone else. I just dont know..
I will add more later, for now break is done and I have to get back to work.