What the fuck even.
Pfff. PFFFFF.
I got in a shouting match with my parents tonight because I told them to stop saying racist shit at the suppertable aaaand then it just exploded from there. It was, uh, something.
See, if I try to talk when I'm angry, I kind of automatically start crying, and I get even less articulate than usual. Which, well. You know what kind of impression that gives. :V
But ugh. Take your "that culture has contributed nothing to the world" (and therefore is inherently worth less), and the idea that some people are inherently better than others because of scientific advances or whatever, and shove it up your rear.
Maybe now they'll avoid the topic, at least. (Or maybe they'll get worse about it. We shall see.)
I was REALLY UPSET, partly because they were saying awful shit, and partly because they took my inability to answer as ~proof that they were right~. You fucking shitstain, you know I'm incapable of speaking properly even on an ordinary day, how the fuck do you expect me to pull an answer out of my rear when I'm upset and you're saying something flat-out wrong? Like, I COULD write you a 20-page essay on it instead, but that might take a while. (Not that they'd read it.)
I'm still crying, but I actually find the entire thing kind of hilarious now. Who knows why.
Interesting but mostly unrelated: My father hinted that it was a Similar Incident that caused my brother to move out. And I find that very interesting. Here I was thinking that my ol' little bro was just less of a doormat than I am, and decided he didn't want to put up with them any more. Sounds more like a shouting match, or series of, triggered the incident. Now, it's highly unlikely that it was related to anything like this subject - more likely it was on account of my parents trying to stick their nose in his finances (which they still do, because they're snoopy assholes). Either way, I might have a potential ally, or at least someone who will understand completely when I DO end up getting the fuck out of here.
Actually, now I'm not even sure if he moved out, or if he was kicked out. Huh. ...Well, his house has an extra room, at least there's somewhere I can go if that happens? Hm. :Va (Not that I plan on moving in with him, mind you. His dogs would drive me insane.)
Anyway. Pff. My dad told me to "behave". I'M THIRTY FUCKING YEARS OLD, DUDE, WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO, GROUND ME? For fuck's sake.
Yeahhh anyway, I need to escalate things. Uh. I'll call one of the driving schools tomorrow and see if I can set up some one-day lessons. Because yeah, it's expensive, and I'd rather spend my days off in other ways, but ffff. FFFF. I really need my license. Like, right now.
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I got in a shouting match with my parents tonight because I told them to stop saying racist shit at the suppertable aaaand then it just exploded from there. It was, uh, something.
See, if I try to talk when I'm angry, I kind of automatically start crying, and I get even less articulate than usual. Which, well. You know what kind of impression that gives. :V
But ugh. Take your "that culture has contributed nothing to the world" (and therefore is inherently worth less), and the idea that some people are inherently better than others because of scientific advances or whatever, and shove it up your rear.
Maybe now they'll avoid the topic, at least. (Or maybe they'll get worse about it. We shall see.)
I was REALLY UPSET, partly because they were saying awful shit, and partly because they took my inability to answer as ~proof that they were right~. You fucking shitstain, you know I'm incapable of speaking properly even on an ordinary day, how the fuck do you expect me to pull an answer out of my rear when I'm upset and you're saying something flat-out wrong? Like, I COULD write you a 20-page essay on it instead, but that might take a while. (Not that they'd read it.)
I'm still crying, but I actually find the entire thing kind of hilarious now. Who knows why.
Interesting but mostly unrelated: My father hinted that it was a Similar Incident that caused my brother to move out. And I find that very interesting. Here I was thinking that my ol' little bro was just less of a doormat than I am, and decided he didn't want to put up with them any more. Sounds more like a shouting match, or series of, triggered the incident. Now, it's highly unlikely that it was related to anything like this subject - more likely it was on account of my parents trying to stick their nose in his finances (which they still do, because they're snoopy assholes). Either way, I might have a potential ally, or at least someone who will understand completely when I DO end up getting the fuck out of here.
Actually, now I'm not even sure if he moved out, or if he was kicked out. Huh. ...Well, his house has an extra room, at least there's somewhere I can go if that happens? Hm. :Va (Not that I plan on moving in with him, mind you. His dogs would drive me insane.)
Anyway. Pff. My dad told me to "behave". I'M THIRTY FUCKING YEARS OLD, DUDE, WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO, GROUND ME? For fuck's sake.
Yeahhh anyway, I need to escalate things. Uh. I'll call one of the driving schools tomorrow and see if I can set up some one-day lessons. Because yeah, it's expensive, and I'd rather spend my days off in other ways, but ffff. FFFF. I really need my license. Like, right now.
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