apparently my life has no meaning
I just now had to figure out how to make my computer password protected when you start it up. I came home the other day and my parents were on my computer. They gave it back and about 10 minutes later they quoted something I had written about my dad that they found. Something like, "My dad's a fuck up" or something. I didn't really mean it, but I mean, sometimes he is. Isn't everyone at times? Well if I wanted to talk about my dad I could go on for another couple of pages but the point is, I was really pissed off to find them reading private stuff I had written.
This all brings me to what happened tonight. I was in the kitchen and David starts asking me these questions.
"If you went on a trip, would you bring a map?"
"If you went on a trip to Toronto, Canada, would you bring some type of directions from a reliable source?"
"Now, if you're living your life, don't you want some type of help or guidance from somewhere?"
Which brought him to the fact that I apparently have no point to my life. Or something like that. He says he doesn't want me to get older, get married, and when I'm 40 ask myself what I am living for. So then he starts talking to me about how he woke up this morning and the first thing he thought of was me and all of this stuff.
And what am I doing during this whole time? Trying so hard not to laugh! It's not like it was funny or anything, but when I'm in these kinds of uncomfortable situations, I laugh! Its sad, really.
Anyway, he asked me why I thought he was concerned about me and then he started talking about something else, I don't remember. And he said something like "Because your dad is a...what did you say he was again??" And then I walked out. Ugh, that made me so mad. I can't believe he would first be all sincere and tell me about how much he cared and then mock the things I said (when he shouldn't have read them in the first place.)
Oh well. Guess I should go find some "meaning" to my life.
...AKA go read my bible.
This all brings me to what happened tonight. I was in the kitchen and David starts asking me these questions.
"If you went on a trip, would you bring a map?"
"If you went on a trip to Toronto, Canada, would you bring some type of directions from a reliable source?"
"Now, if you're living your life, don't you want some type of help or guidance from somewhere?"
Which brought him to the fact that I apparently have no point to my life. Or something like that. He says he doesn't want me to get older, get married, and when I'm 40 ask myself what I am living for. So then he starts talking to me about how he woke up this morning and the first thing he thought of was me and all of this stuff.
And what am I doing during this whole time? Trying so hard not to laugh! It's not like it was funny or anything, but when I'm in these kinds of uncomfortable situations, I laugh! Its sad, really.
Anyway, he asked me why I thought he was concerned about me and then he started talking about something else, I don't remember. And he said something like "Because your dad is a...what did you say he was again??" And then I walked out. Ugh, that made me so mad. I can't believe he would first be all sincere and tell me about how much he cared and then mock the things I said (when he shouldn't have read them in the first place.)
Oh well. Guess I should go find some "meaning" to my life.
...AKA go read my bible.