Pops likes to party poop
Long, therapeutic rant. Please disregard if you are in a festive mood.
My parents were late and they missed my entrance. I specifically told them to be there at 8:30 and get good seats, but they missed it anyways. Then he went and complained to me about how he couldn't take pictures because the camera had bad zoom. Well if you had come on time and gotten better seats, maybe that wouldn't be a problem.
Afterwards, I was waiting for everyone so I could get pictures and Dad is complaining about how there's so many people and you won't be able to find anyone and it's hot and blah blah blah. He complained so much I got fed up and just left without taking pictures. Whatever, I'm not even gonna try to bring that up again. He'll just get mad and me and tell me to drop it.
Dad is cramping my style sooo bad right now. At first I thought I'd be OK with not going to the after-grad party but I am fucking dying right now sitting at home like a fucking loser. Inside I am really pissed but I'm trying my hardest to contain it. My uncle treated me out to a graduation dinner and I am very thankful but my mind couldn't help but wander to all the fun that everyone else is having. I got so used to just being at all the get-togethers with my friends and it kills me to not be there right now. I hate having to hear about it afterwards and feel awkward and left out. I hate sitting at home reading when I could be making memories with my best friends. Memories that I will think back to when we're separated and in college.
At the same time, I want to respect my parents wishes. That is why I am trying so so so so so hard not to let it show that I'm really angry and disappointed. I know there are plenty of people who have parents that have been strict all their lives. They've probably never gotten to do things that they've wanted. I'm trying to keep that in mind and stay calm. Typing this helps. Nothing I can do about it now except get over it.
I hate how overbearing my dad is. He always thinks he knows what's best but he's just living in an age that's outdated. People change. Customs change. He wouldn't let me have a sleepover at a friend's house because "girls are supposed to stay at home. It's frowned upon for them to be at other people's houses." Are you serious right now? This is America. Get with the times.
I am trying to stay on his good side so that I'll get the green light for our summer trip down to San Diego for a week or so. I need to recruit someone to help me plan because I don't think I can handle this one all by myself with Dad breathing down my back the whole time. I've been trying to build brownie points with him, but I realized at dinner today that all my efforts were in vain and it would've been better if I had just went to all these events that I could've went to. Ones that I said I couldn't go to because I was building brownie points. I dropped the bomb that I was planning to go to SD for our summer trip and he gave me his signature "disappointed" look. I knew it would just go downhill from there. There is still a chance that he will let me go, but he'll never let me hear the end of it. I hate when people are passive aggressive. It's the worst kind of aggressiveness.
I also hate how he pretends like everything is alright and when someone brings something sensitive up, he just explodes. I've been trying to cut him some slack after what happened with the car. I know he hates being cooped up at home all day. I'm used to taking the bus and everything, but he's too prideful to do that. Without his car, he's essentially handicapped. I don't think that he has to extend that to me, however.
Another excuse I gave as to why I couldn't go to the grad party was that my auntie and little nephew. They are flying in from Hong Kong, and arriving tomorrow. My parents said it'd be an early flight and we'd have to go pick them up. I checked the flight time, they're arriving at 2:00PM. Yet another reason I could've gone.
You know, I don't even want to type this stuff anymore. It's getting to the point where I'm bringing up old stuff that I don't need to be reminded off. I'm sorry I'm so negative. Congrats, Lowell High School c/o '08.
My parents were late and they missed my entrance. I specifically told them to be there at 8:30 and get good seats, but they missed it anyways. Then he went and complained to me about how he couldn't take pictures because the camera had bad zoom. Well if you had come on time and gotten better seats, maybe that wouldn't be a problem.
Afterwards, I was waiting for everyone so I could get pictures and Dad is complaining about how there's so many people and you won't be able to find anyone and it's hot and blah blah blah. He complained so much I got fed up and just left without taking pictures. Whatever, I'm not even gonna try to bring that up again. He'll just get mad and me and tell me to drop it.
Dad is cramping my style sooo bad right now. At first I thought I'd be OK with not going to the after-grad party but I am fucking dying right now sitting at home like a fucking loser. Inside I am really pissed but I'm trying my hardest to contain it. My uncle treated me out to a graduation dinner and I am very thankful but my mind couldn't help but wander to all the fun that everyone else is having. I got so used to just being at all the get-togethers with my friends and it kills me to not be there right now. I hate having to hear about it afterwards and feel awkward and left out. I hate sitting at home reading when I could be making memories with my best friends. Memories that I will think back to when we're separated and in college.
At the same time, I want to respect my parents wishes. That is why I am trying so so so so so hard not to let it show that I'm really angry and disappointed. I know there are plenty of people who have parents that have been strict all their lives. They've probably never gotten to do things that they've wanted. I'm trying to keep that in mind and stay calm. Typing this helps. Nothing I can do about it now except get over it.
I hate how overbearing my dad is. He always thinks he knows what's best but he's just living in an age that's outdated. People change. Customs change. He wouldn't let me have a sleepover at a friend's house because "girls are supposed to stay at home. It's frowned upon for them to be at other people's houses." Are you serious right now? This is America. Get with the times.
I am trying to stay on his good side so that I'll get the green light for our summer trip down to San Diego for a week or so. I need to recruit someone to help me plan because I don't think I can handle this one all by myself with Dad breathing down my back the whole time. I've been trying to build brownie points with him, but I realized at dinner today that all my efforts were in vain and it would've been better if I had just went to all these events that I could've went to. Ones that I said I couldn't go to because I was building brownie points. I dropped the bomb that I was planning to go to SD for our summer trip and he gave me his signature "disappointed" look. I knew it would just go downhill from there. There is still a chance that he will let me go, but he'll never let me hear the end of it. I hate when people are passive aggressive. It's the worst kind of aggressiveness.
I also hate how he pretends like everything is alright and when someone brings something sensitive up, he just explodes. I've been trying to cut him some slack after what happened with the car. I know he hates being cooped up at home all day. I'm used to taking the bus and everything, but he's too prideful to do that. Without his car, he's essentially handicapped. I don't think that he has to extend that to me, however.
Another excuse I gave as to why I couldn't go to the grad party was that my auntie and little nephew. They are flying in from Hong Kong, and arriving tomorrow. My parents said it'd be an early flight and we'd have to go pick them up. I checked the flight time, they're arriving at 2:00PM. Yet another reason I could've gone.
You know, I don't even want to type this stuff anymore. It's getting to the point where I'm bringing up old stuff that I don't need to be reminded off. I'm sorry I'm so negative. Congrats, Lowell High School c/o '08.