I guess I cried for nothing...Not, not really.

Aug 23, 2005 00:40

Ok.
So within two hours of being told (for the umptenth time in my life) that I'm worthless, my father has revoked that perspective and now the weeknight curfew (I know, I know) has been stretched a whole 30 minutes. Woo-hoo! Not really.
So now instead of telling me I'm no good for not having a job, I have been told point blank that unless I wish to do something small on the weekends, I am NOT to have a job during the school year. WTF, mate? And the assumption that I am up to no good has also been dropped. In fact, as I knew (and they soon let me know), I have never caused them any trouble. Well, no crap! I'm not an idiot. Benjamin lead by example in what NOT to do while growing up. I have purposefully kept myself away from things that would get me in trouble because I remember what it was like being woken up at 2:45 in the morning and having to get in the car and go to the Tuscaloosa golf course and watch my brother (whom I looked up to so much) being handcuffed and put in a police car. These are not memories I like to brag about. Why pull a repeat. The only way I rebel EVER is by staying out late...really late. But I'm not naive to the things that happen in the world (as they believe I am), and I take ever precaution in seeing that I am not kidnapped, raped, shot, stabbed, or otherwise accosted by people who do not have a conscience.
Just one more thing: My mother actually told me tonight to never pick up a stranger on the side of the road.
Uh-hu. Ok.
I learned that rule about 16 years ago. I don't talk to strangers. I have that rule so far ingrained into my head that I (to this day, as you all well know), can not even stand to meet people. ANYONE.

So, that's my parents. I know they worry. I know they loose sleep if I'm not here. But they never had a problem on all those nights I told them I came in a lot earlier than I actually did.

Much prayer, please.
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