SOMETHING ELSE TO VENT
I'm really not feeling this Christmas.
Partly because I'm not really in good terms with my family, particularly my parents. My mom mostly and my dad just a bit.
Last Thursday night, had an ILLAM game. DPC, my team vs. Tadeco. We lost, but that's not the point, though shit i'm really pissed off about it. Anyway, going back. The game ended at around 8pm and got back to UP at around 9pm.
Went to someone's house, my dad's friends house because there was a FLAG Christmas party there... my parents were there so stayed with them.
The whole time we were there and even on the way home...not once did they ask me about my day or about the game! I was waiting for them to ask, I was going to tell them how badly I performed in the game that I was taken out for about 2 innings then put back again. I was so ready to explain everything. My new batting stance, coach Cyder changed it because was hitting pretty badly...
But not, they didn't ask.
God my mom didn't even know I joined ILLAM until last week! HELLO mom, where did you think that uniform I've been wearing every Saturday for the past 3 weeks came from? What it just suddenly appeared?
The other week she was talking to one of her friends at a party and she was explaining that I play softball for UP. (I was wearing my DPC, ILLAM uniform that day because just came from a game). I corrected her saying mom, I'm playing for DPC too. ILLAM! And she was like, you joined ILLAM pala!
What kind of a mother are you! Why is it that you know everything that my other siblings do except for me? You watch all of Pepe's films, and you go to all of Ian, Julio, Abe and Inez's family day/s and fairs and stuff.
The whole time I was in Assumption you went to the fair twice! That's in a span of about 10+ years!
Whenever there's a softball game, I tell them about it. I tell them that they could watch if they wanted to... but they just say...softball's not really our game. We don't really know it. We can't really follow it. or...we don't really like the people there!
God! You're not there to watch the game, YOU'RE THERE TO WATCH ME!
For some reason I feel like I should be crying but I don't want to. It's just so irritating!
For a long time my friends have been asking me why I dislike my parents so much and well finally you guys know.
Sometimes they're okay but I just hate that they don't care about the things I like.
They don't even like Anthropology, my major. Well, my mom doesn't. My dad's very supportive on the academic side. I get that he's busy too that's why he can't watch my games...but during Saturday's, when my games are, my mom's just at home watching TV! My dad's usually off at a meeting somewhere.
I'll never forget the look on my mom's face when I decided to go for Anthro instead of Tourism. Plus I'll never forget what she said... "why anthro? you don't even like anthro. It's not like you're going anywhere with it." Like she would know what I like and dislike! She doesn't even know what team's I play for!
See what I live with? That's why I prefer staying in school most of the time, or out with my friends, or at my lola's. At least at my lola's every night we sit down for dinner and we talk. I tell them about what I'm doing, my teams, orgs, school and stuff...
Okay... i think you get the point and i think i've said enough.
haha... i just feel like going to sleep.