Judd's writing a semi-autobiographical entry? What gives?!
First things first:
Aw, jeez, Sam. I love you. Or rather, I ruv yao. You sure do have the whole older sister thing down pat. This fraternal bond we share, my confidence in you, and the closeness we've achieved in these past two years are truly unrivaled in my life. We often write cheesy entries about the countless situations where we've really been there for one another, or how we make each other feel, and even freak our friends out by hollering random expressions of love, but how could we not? Surely this cherished bond is something to proclaim, something worth shouting to the heavens (or at least thanking them) for!
For the longtime readers of this journal (so maybe one person, really), you've probably noticed that at some point in the past, I abruptly ceased my consistent bellyaching about my personal issues with my father. I suppose I had just grown tired of complaining about something that was clearly going to remain the same for years to come. It hasn't changed, but the way I've been handling it as of late has, and even I am impressed.
For most of my life, my father and I have been warring constantly. When I say that not a day goes by that we do not get into serious arguments with one another, it's no exaggeration. A day of complete peace and silence between us is about as rare as a a sighting of avian bacon. The reason we clash is mainly because he is highly unreasonable and has a bit of a god complex. You're probably thinking to yourself that my angsty little teen tirade is laced with a rebellious childish bias, but you're wrong there. See, because my father has spent years instilling in my that I am absolutely never right about anything, I have, within recent years, come to realize that the opposite is true. He likes to do this to my mother as well, which I cannot stand to watch. And I have no idea what even goes through her mind...a grown woman taking orders from a grown man who, by the by, isn't even earning as much a year as she. He has utterly no power over her. Only influence. I understand (tenuously) why he believes that he has an authority over me, but over his wife? The woman he vowed to remain equal to? When did that go out the window?
I cannot even accurately represent what growing up in this battlefield of a household was like. It's so hard to put on a brave face day to day to day. I can't tell you how many times I've missed parties, opportunities to see friends, and privileges I have lost for virtually no reason. As a child, I would accidentally break things or do things children aren't supposed to do and still get punished, even if it was the first time. I understand punishing a child for a lesson you've already taught them, but what about for one they have yet to learn?
He's got some kind of underlying problem. It's funny, because as much as I feel that I need psychological help, it seems to me that he needs it worse than I do! He recently divulged to me in passing that he was perfect. I really couldn't tell if he was kidding. It happened the other day when he was, as he always is, nagging me about how he doesn't like the fact that he never sees me studying. Join me on a mystical journey and watch the lunacy unfold by way of transcript:
Judd: Just because you don't see me studying doesn't mean I don't do it.
Dad: I won't believe it unless I see it.
Judd: That doesn't make sense. If I get an A on a test and you didn't see me studying, it means I did it, you just weren't there.
Dad: I don't care, if I don't see it, it doesn't mean anything.
Judd: (...The fuck?!) So you have to see me physically studying a book to believe that I'm studying?
Dad: Yes.
Judd: So... even if I get an A, that doesn't mean anything to you unless you see me doing it?
Dad: That's right.
Judd: (impales self with closest object, which just so happens to be a phone book)
That's just a sample of the absurdity you'll receive if you order Judd's dysfunctional family! But wait, there's more! Well there is, but that's all I'm really going to rant about now. I just needed a catharsis.
(Remember for next time that you're supposed to write an entry about what the words "best" and "friend" mean when used in conjunction with one another...and yes, if I have more to write but no time to write it, I might just start jotting the ideas down at the end of the entry. It's kind of like a preview...y'know, one of those "On the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!" type dealies)
Aw, jeez, Sam. I love you. Or rather, I ruv yao. You sure do have the whole older sister thing down pat. This fraternal bond we share, my confidence in you, and the closeness we've achieved in these past two years are truly unrivaled in my life. We often write cheesy entries about the countless situations where we've really been there for one another, or how we make each other feel, and even freak our friends out by hollering random expressions of love, but how could we not? Surely this cherished bond is something to proclaim, something worth shouting to the heavens (or at least thanking them) for!
For the longtime readers of this journal (so maybe one person, really), you've probably noticed that at some point in the past, I abruptly ceased my consistent bellyaching about my personal issues with my father. I suppose I had just grown tired of complaining about something that was clearly going to remain the same for years to come. It hasn't changed, but the way I've been handling it as of late has, and even I am impressed.
For most of my life, my father and I have been warring constantly. When I say that not a day goes by that we do not get into serious arguments with one another, it's no exaggeration. A day of complete peace and silence between us is about as rare as a a sighting of avian bacon. The reason we clash is mainly because he is highly unreasonable and has a bit of a god complex. You're probably thinking to yourself that my angsty little teen tirade is laced with a rebellious childish bias, but you're wrong there. See, because my father has spent years instilling in my that I am absolutely never right about anything, I have, within recent years, come to realize that the opposite is true. He likes to do this to my mother as well, which I cannot stand to watch. And I have no idea what even goes through her mind...a grown woman taking orders from a grown man who, by the by, isn't even earning as much a year as she. He has utterly no power over her. Only influence. I understand (tenuously) why he believes that he has an authority over me, but over his wife? The woman he vowed to remain equal to? When did that go out the window?
I cannot even accurately represent what growing up in this battlefield of a household was like. It's so hard to put on a brave face day to day to day. I can't tell you how many times I've missed parties, opportunities to see friends, and privileges I have lost for virtually no reason. As a child, I would accidentally break things or do things children aren't supposed to do and still get punished, even if it was the first time. I understand punishing a child for a lesson you've already taught them, but what about for one they have yet to learn?
He's got some kind of underlying problem. It's funny, because as much as I feel that I need psychological help, it seems to me that he needs it worse than I do! He recently divulged to me in passing that he was perfect. I really couldn't tell if he was kidding. It happened the other day when he was, as he always is, nagging me about how he doesn't like the fact that he never sees me studying. Join me on a mystical journey and watch the lunacy unfold by way of transcript:
Judd: Just because you don't see me studying doesn't mean I don't do it.
Dad: I won't believe it unless I see it.
Judd: That doesn't make sense. If I get an A on a test and you didn't see me studying, it means I did it, you just weren't there.
Dad: I don't care, if I don't see it, it doesn't mean anything.
Judd: (...The fuck?!) So you have to see me physically studying a book to believe that I'm studying?
Dad: Yes.
Judd: So... even if I get an A, that doesn't mean anything to you unless you see me doing it?
Dad: That's right.
Judd: (impales self with closest object, which just so happens to be a phone book)
That's just a sample of the absurdity you'll receive if you order Judd's dysfunctional family! But wait, there's more! Well there is, but that's all I'm really going to rant about now. I just needed a catharsis.
(Remember for next time that you're supposed to write an entry about what the words "best" and "friend" mean when used in conjunction with one another...and yes, if I have more to write but no time to write it, I might just start jotting the ideas down at the end of the entry. It's kind of like a preview...y'know, one of those "On the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!" type dealies)