Revelation.
I wish i was born without a mouth.
I wish i was illiterate...can't talk, can't read, can't write.
I wish my mom drank a lot of alcohol when she had me, so that i could be born stupid, and yes, illiterate.
on monday, i had a revelation, greater than any i've had before. I don't know how it started, but it wasn't pretty, not at all. First of all, let me say a great big sorry to the __5...i didn't get to go the theatres that day, and PLUS, i couldnt' answer any of your calls. The reason for that was because my celll phone was sitting in battered up bits and pieces at the bottomm of the basement stairs, after being thrown harshly from the third floor. And also sorry for not picking up my house phone, which was (thank goodness) perfectly alright. The reason for THAT was because i was spending a bitter time up in my room, with the sound of hatred screaming in my ears that i either really didn't hear the phone, or was too upset to go and SEE who called. i'm sorry guys...really.
The reason for all of that above, really just boils down to something quite simple: i got into a major fight with my dad. and a bit with my mom, but yeah. It was awful, because i NEVEr get into fights with my dad. Dad and i are like...weird buddies. we agree on everything because we think so alike. like two peas in a pod. sorta. Please bear with the sloppy descriptions, because this happened like..4 days ago and i can't remember too well lol.
I'm not too sure how it started. Probably just something really small i said to my mom that set off the bomb. all i know is, it was so insignificant, that i can't even remember. dad was being really really...pushy i guess about what i said to mom, so i hung up the phone on him to avoid myself from just blowing up from all the lessons he was trying to push on me. i thought, what' the point of listening when it's just not getting IN?. He called back RIGHT after, and told me tha i wasn't allowed to go to the theatre. So that really set me off because we all agreed that someone would drive me there on monday, and suddenly all my plans get canceled because of one small thing. FURTHERMORE, parents signed me up for bloody camp. CAMP, yes CAMP. i mean who goes to CAMP during march break? maybe thos eager grade 3s and 4s, but not grade 10s. or maybe it's just me. yes i think it's just me. i just don't like camp. and what was so bad about it is that they didnt' ask me if i wanted to join. gees...so i got mad. but whatever right? i mean i mght as well just do everything with in a cheery manner, or i'll just be carrying an extra negative emotion i really don't neeed. So i just put that behind me, and went to camp with a smile. After i went home...and just started the silent treatment with dad.
not cool. i thought he would change his mind like always, but he didn't.
okay let's skip the details lol i'm too lazy now. but yeah...like i said in my "ten people i've hurt poem" i wrote for english, "sorry to my parents, for the words like poison that spill out of my mouth the way i never intend them to:". yeah. so i said some stuff which weren't too cool. and almost....just ALMOST got kicked out of the house.
i've never ever ever ever ini my life almost got kicked out of the house. I've never ever ever had such a big fight with my dad before. or my mom. NEVER EVER. so it was quite scary. In fact, we didnt' have an argument for a LONNNNNGGGG while now. a long while. i'm quite okay to say that my parents and i are good with each other. we can come to a compromise with everything, so it's all good. Just that day. was really scary. i was all prepared to put on my jacket, when i realized dad wasn't kidding when he told me to leave. so i put on my jacket, and then my mom just told me to go talk to dad.
(lol sorry this is geting long)
I went downstairs to the basement, where dad was EXTREMELY pissed off. so pissed off that he was just siilent. it was an ear-piercing sort of silence. I made a long apology. Or maybe it was a short one, but it seemed like the longest bunch of words i've ever said all at once. I stood there for a few more minutes, minutes that seemed like hours actually. silence. then he said something really dumb, we all started laughing, and crying and screaming and laughing and hahhaa end of story. bye.
anyway, what i got out of it was...85% of conflict occurs through misunderstanding. turns out that my mom thought i swore at her , when i think i said "skates". erm.