Mar 13, 2005 13:40
It in a nutshell:
Dad: I'm worried about you. You are such an aimless kid. Do you have any goals or ambitions? What are your plans after high school? Kids like you are at risk. AT RISK, DID YOU HEAR ME?? IT MEANS...
Me: I'm fully aware whatit means.
Dad: Don't take that tone with me! Kids like you are prone to drugs and flunking out of high school. You have no idea what you are doing. I DON'T APPROVE OF YOUR FRIENDS! What about Matt? Does he drink?
Me: No.
Dad: Oh. DOES HE DRINK?
Me: NO!
Dad: DOES HE DRINK???
ME: (Fuck) NO!!!!!
Dad: He's 17 years old...two years older than you. That means he has more experience than you. YOU CANNOT DATE OLDER BOYS!
Nice to know my dad is so supportive of me. So, apparently I am going to barely graduate from high school and then proceed to become a hobo or a useless paraplegic because of all the cocaine I do. (Right) What the fuck...yes Father, maybe I do do drugs. Yes Father, maybe I do hang out with older guys. BUT...I have morals! I have goals and ambitions. I want to go to college! I want to be successful! My dad went on a huge guilt trip then about how I was a useless person and how nobody would ever approve of me. Whenever I get in a fight with him, it emotionally scars me for a week. I hate him.
Dad: What do you want?
Me: To die.
Dad: I'm signing you up for therapy and violin lessons!
THIS CONVERSATION ONLY FURTHERED MY WANT TO BE FUCKED UP. How ironic.