Problems and solutions are generally not compatible
WARNING
This post will contain various rants that have been stewing around in my head for quite awhile, so be cautioned that they will cover various subjects and contain mostly musings and ponderings.
It's 1:44 am on September 1st, 2009. School starts in 8 days. School ends in 302 days. That's all that stands between us and our future. 302 little days. How exciting is that? The general answer is "what are you talking about/that's insane/don't make me think about it", but come on, this isn't something people should try to push away and ignore. This is something that WILL happen whether you want it to or not. Think about this happening, embrace it, fear it, love it, hate it, atleast acknowledge it. The worst thing to do with the future is try and ignore it. The past is past, the present is in progress, and the future is coming no matter what. People fear what's to come, they dread it, they hate it, they despise it, and personally I can't see why. Yes, the future is scary, but would you prefer it to be safe and comforting and familiar? Would you prefer to experience the same thing for the rest of your life? Nothing new, nothing exciting, nothing adventurous, just the same?
Life simply does not interest me unless it's a brand new thing. This is why after a month of summer I long for school. Why after a month of school I long for a break. Why after 12 years of schooling I long for freedom. And surely why after I gain this freedom I'll long for balance and order. Life will never satisfy me because when I hit that point where I've reached the peak, I'll see another mountain I have to go conquer, one that might be in the opposite direction.
I really want to be Prime Minister. I mean, this is a life's goal. This is my Everest. There is nothing above this, once I hit this I've done everything I've ever needed to do. Well, not true. When I've become a Prime Minister that will go down in history books and museums and paintings and writings and buildings and stamps and comics and everything! That's when I'll have hit that apex, that point of accomplishment. I want to be remembered. I never want my name to fade from history. I want to be a Caesar, a Napoleon, a Gandhi, Washington, Churchill, MacDonald, Elizabeth, Antony. I want to be a SOMEONE. In a world of 6.9 billions someones, I want to be the one they all know! And people laugh, and tell me it's ridiculous, and say I should try and get a decent job and have a nice life. Who the hell wants that? I ain't no middle class snub. I'm aiming high, I'm going to make something of myself to show all those who doubted that they had a chance to do the same and settled for way less then they could have!
My dad is a loser. Plain, simple fact. He's a loser who's trying so hard to hold me back and to craft me into his little vision of who I should be. He doesn't want me to leave, he wants me to stay in Victoria, he wants me to study, grow up, get a job, and work 9 - 5 making a "good" living so one day I can settle down with a wife and 2.5 children in a good neighbourhood near a nice school with friendly neighbours and a dog and maybe a cat who knows and a 4 door sedan and weekly visits to grandma and grandpa who always have snacks for the kids and make snide remarks about my poor choice of a wife behind our backs. Fuck you dad. That's not a good life. That's not even a subpar life. That's a horrible, unfulfilling, boring, shitty life that no man should be subjugated to if he has ever had greater dreams. You think I NEED your money to get where I want? You think you can stop me from being who I want to? You think that once I turn 18 I'm no longer your responsibility? Fine, when I've successfully brough peace to the Middle East, united North and South Korea, and helped end racial tensions in Africa, don't talk to me. Don't think about me. And don't you DARE call me your son. If this is going to be your attitude for the next year, then I am your son in blood alone. If you want to smarten the fuck up and actually help me succeed where you failed, then I can be your son again. If i'm not your responsibility once I turn 18, then you're not mine when you turn 80. Have fun on your cruise, fucker.
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This post will contain various rants that have been stewing around in my head for quite awhile, so be cautioned that they will cover various subjects and contain mostly musings and ponderings.
It's 1:44 am on September 1st, 2009. School starts in 8 days. School ends in 302 days. That's all that stands between us and our future. 302 little days. How exciting is that? The general answer is "what are you talking about/that's insane/don't make me think about it", but come on, this isn't something people should try to push away and ignore. This is something that WILL happen whether you want it to or not. Think about this happening, embrace it, fear it, love it, hate it, atleast acknowledge it. The worst thing to do with the future is try and ignore it. The past is past, the present is in progress, and the future is coming no matter what. People fear what's to come, they dread it, they hate it, they despise it, and personally I can't see why. Yes, the future is scary, but would you prefer it to be safe and comforting and familiar? Would you prefer to experience the same thing for the rest of your life? Nothing new, nothing exciting, nothing adventurous, just the same?
Life simply does not interest me unless it's a brand new thing. This is why after a month of summer I long for school. Why after a month of school I long for a break. Why after 12 years of schooling I long for freedom. And surely why after I gain this freedom I'll long for balance and order. Life will never satisfy me because when I hit that point where I've reached the peak, I'll see another mountain I have to go conquer, one that might be in the opposite direction.
I really want to be Prime Minister. I mean, this is a life's goal. This is my Everest. There is nothing above this, once I hit this I've done everything I've ever needed to do. Well, not true. When I've become a Prime Minister that will go down in history books and museums and paintings and writings and buildings and stamps and comics and everything! That's when I'll have hit that apex, that point of accomplishment. I want to be remembered. I never want my name to fade from history. I want to be a Caesar, a Napoleon, a Gandhi, Washington, Churchill, MacDonald, Elizabeth, Antony. I want to be a SOMEONE. In a world of 6.9 billions someones, I want to be the one they all know! And people laugh, and tell me it's ridiculous, and say I should try and get a decent job and have a nice life. Who the hell wants that? I ain't no middle class snub. I'm aiming high, I'm going to make something of myself to show all those who doubted that they had a chance to do the same and settled for way less then they could have!
My dad is a loser. Plain, simple fact. He's a loser who's trying so hard to hold me back and to craft me into his little vision of who I should be. He doesn't want me to leave, he wants me to stay in Victoria, he wants me to study, grow up, get a job, and work 9 - 5 making a "good" living so one day I can settle down with a wife and 2.5 children in a good neighbourhood near a nice school with friendly neighbours and a dog and maybe a cat who knows and a 4 door sedan and weekly visits to grandma and grandpa who always have snacks for the kids and make snide remarks about my poor choice of a wife behind our backs. Fuck you dad. That's not a good life. That's not even a subpar life. That's a horrible, unfulfilling, boring, shitty life that no man should be subjugated to if he has ever had greater dreams. You think I NEED your money to get where I want? You think you can stop me from being who I want to? You think that once I turn 18 I'm no longer your responsibility? Fine, when I've successfully brough peace to the Middle East, united North and South Korea, and helped end racial tensions in Africa, don't talk to me. Don't think about me. And don't you DARE call me your son. If this is going to be your attitude for the next year, then I am your son in blood alone. If you want to smarten the fuck up and actually help me succeed where you failed, then I can be your son again. If i'm not your responsibility once I turn 18, then you're not mine when you turn 80. Have fun on your cruise, fucker.
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