Take My Life...
Not until tonight had I realized how closed-minded of a person my father is. I can't even- I won't even call him my father right now...because he's not. He's a heartless bastard who doesn't know how this world has changed since he was a child. We were just talking about "Jesus" (the child that my history class raised money for for Christmas/Holidy gifts) and he started talking about how he dislikes that America is changing and new people with new ideas are being allowed to come here and make their ideas known. He had the nerve to start talking to me about how I am a Roman Catholic and how I am Christian and all of these things that I almost just wanted to stand up and run out of the room for. How does he know what I am when as far as I'm concerned, he wouldn't even know if I wasn't living at all? It's terrible and it pisses me off beyond belief how closed-minded and utterly pathetic he is. To say that he's my father brings me shame. He then continued, after I had left the room, to rant on to Tina about how he dislikes that gay and lesbian people are able to have parades and what not supporting their right, but that a person against gays and lesbians is put down for doing the same thing..I don't understand how he thinks. I'm so ashamed that he's my father, you all would never understand. So, now I am in here crying and trying to figure out how I'm going to put up with this for three more years. He even went on to say to Tina that he feels Sam and I should start attending church again. I, personally, do not agree with him when he says that I'm a Roman Catholic so why on Earth should I have to attend a Roman Catholic Church? If I'm anything at all it's not a religion that any other person in the world practices. And, if I had to choose to be a part of a structured religion it would not be any form of Christianity because I don't believe in it. I don't believe in the things it teaches...I just...don't.