i am thinking it's a sign...
I have to speculate...
My Dad and I had a slight "heated discussion" yes... an argument. I told him my back was hurting a bit.. ya know making conversation about myself, something I can relate to.
Well he told me that atheltes were actually prescribed with sitting in hit water with jets on their sore muscles to ease the pain and so I should go into our hot-tub. Well, me being the weird-ass kid, I do not like our hot-tub. I hate the feeling getting in, I hate the smell of chlorine/bromine when I get out and then I get cold when I get out which in my opinion defeats the purpose of getting in in the first place.
I told him, that I did not like the hot-tub. Well, since my dad is a certified asshole, he takes it on a personal level and starts to insult me by saying things like "how stupid are you?" and "if you want to be in pain and suffer the rest of your life then by all means sit on your lazy ass and hurt.*pause* and don't complain to me anymore when there is a way to ease your pain and you won't do anything about it"
This is where I develop allergies and tears start to form in my eyes. Hoever, I am working on a technique of keeping up on my end of the argument and even though tears will fall down my face I will argue with them as ling as they keep yelling at me. So, I tell him "why are you taking this on a personal level? (as I push him as hard as I could --he stumbles which pisses him off even more) and why do you have to insult me when I say that I do not like something?" and then he interrupts me and goes into the "i prvode you with everything you have no respect routine speech" I, being a good child, wait until he is done ranting as not to interrupt him and say "Dad, if I am hurting, they make a magical thing called "pills" which will relieve my pain just as well."
Then he walks away telling the story to my mother in his own little twist as to make him look better. I wipe my tears (they haven't fallen just yet) and I notice that my eye-liner has come off of my eyes and onto my white shirt- darn...
So then I continue cleaning up my desk area (because he yelled at me 15 minutes before that he could not see the carpet that "he paid for") ah... I see that the carpet is much more important to him than his creative genious of a daughter--sorry I thought I'd throw that in-- and then when I have finished he tells me that I need to clean my room. Well, of course I tell him that I do not in any way, shape, or form have completed my homework properly, which starts a whole new lecture on keeping up your grades and how important school is to me.
Then when I am bringing the garbage bag to the front door so I can take it to the Kerby in the morning, he tries to give me a hug and says I love you and I didn't mean to hurt you blah blah - I say it's ok... Then just for good measure he pushes me into the door, knocking the wind out of me. And he yells "HAH! We ok now?"
..... yes Dad, we are fine.
ah.... what a day
My Dad and I had a slight "heated discussion" yes... an argument. I told him my back was hurting a bit.. ya know making conversation about myself, something I can relate to.
Well he told me that atheltes were actually prescribed with sitting in hit water with jets on their sore muscles to ease the pain and so I should go into our hot-tub. Well, me being the weird-ass kid, I do not like our hot-tub. I hate the feeling getting in, I hate the smell of chlorine/bromine when I get out and then I get cold when I get out which in my opinion defeats the purpose of getting in in the first place.
I told him, that I did not like the hot-tub. Well, since my dad is a certified asshole, he takes it on a personal level and starts to insult me by saying things like "how stupid are you?" and "if you want to be in pain and suffer the rest of your life then by all means sit on your lazy ass and hurt.*pause* and don't complain to me anymore when there is a way to ease your pain and you won't do anything about it"
This is where I develop allergies and tears start to form in my eyes. Hoever, I am working on a technique of keeping up on my end of the argument and even though tears will fall down my face I will argue with them as ling as they keep yelling at me. So, I tell him "why are you taking this on a personal level? (as I push him as hard as I could --he stumbles which pisses him off even more) and why do you have to insult me when I say that I do not like something?" and then he interrupts me and goes into the "i prvode you with everything you have no respect routine speech" I, being a good child, wait until he is done ranting as not to interrupt him and say "Dad, if I am hurting, they make a magical thing called "pills" which will relieve my pain just as well."
Then he walks away telling the story to my mother in his own little twist as to make him look better. I wipe my tears (they haven't fallen just yet) and I notice that my eye-liner has come off of my eyes and onto my white shirt- darn...
So then I continue cleaning up my desk area (because he yelled at me 15 minutes before that he could not see the carpet that "he paid for") ah... I see that the carpet is much more important to him than his creative genious of a daughter--sorry I thought I'd throw that in-- and then when I have finished he tells me that I need to clean my room. Well, of course I tell him that I do not in any way, shape, or form have completed my homework properly, which starts a whole new lecture on keeping up your grades and how important school is to me.
Then when I am bringing the garbage bag to the front door so I can take it to the Kerby in the morning, he tries to give me a hug and says I love you and I didn't mean to hurt you blah blah - I say it's ok... Then just for good measure he pushes me into the door, knocking the wind out of me. And he yells "HAH! We ok now?"
..... yes Dad, we are fine.
ah.... what a day