For someone to complain and ***** about their life...
Well, last weekend was looking good. I had a blast Saterday hanging out in the Mall with freinds. Then sunday, I wake up, screw around on the computer for a while, then go and take a nap in front of fire. I wake up, get online start talking as usual. Dad bursts in the house screaming at me. I jump off and go see what he is yelling about. He is yelling about my shovelling job on the walkway. Gotta feel the love. I'm always the first to be blamed for things like this. If there is any situation wher blame needs to be put, I am the one that gets it. Oh, and most of the time I can't even argue my innocence. Just the fact of argueing to proove him wrong gets me in more trouble.
So, my mom steps in and prooves him admits she did it. Oh, it's ok now. He's not mad now that it wasn't me. I think nothing of it, stuff like this is usuall. I go on with what I'm doing. Not too long latter, he comes in screaming about where one of his tools are. The first time I took it, I needed a set that had a larger size then MY allen wrench kit. So he trys to kill me now that I took his tool that my brother is usually the one that takes them and gets quitely scolded. So now, without having a previous warning I get grounded from the computer for a week, and the car for a month. He never warned me about taking his tools before, I had it for a few days and was going to put it back soon. With my brother taking them ALL the time, he only gets a mild calm warning. Then when I take one for the first time, I get a guy that can esaily beat the crap outta me screaming and swearing and all pissed off at me over just a tool.
I can't wait till I'm a parent so I can understand why the hell adults do things like this.
Note for peoples' responses like shartley:
Yes, I am aware that he bought the computer I use. And the car I drive (Not mine, it's my moms that I have to beg for), the cloths I wear, the food I eat, the house I sleep in. I am thankfull. But what I am not thanktfull is for the level of which we have it. We are, or should I say, my dad is a upper class person. He is sucsesful, the president of a sucsuessfull company. He worked his way up from the low paid grunt 14 years ago to president now. Never missed a day of work in 14 years. In fact, he works extra alot. He's a hard worker. He gets rewarded. But I don't care about the nice stuff. I don't need to have alot of money to be happy. He wants me to be him. Such small things as not putting away a tool when your done upsets him. It makes him think I won't become a rich sucsesfull person. I'm sorry for his sake that he needs a ton of money and nice house to be happy. I don't want to be him, and I'm not going to be him.
I don't have much resonsibilty now, because, frankly, I don't need to. I'll save that for when I need to. I'm lazy, I don't try hard, and all the usual teenager stuff. I'm going to enjoy life now, then work my butt off latter when I have to support my own family, and all that good stuff. Life is kinda odd when you think about it. Spend the begining of it learning to, spend the middle of it working so you can, in the end, do nthing as old man who sits around in the nursing home and can't have any fun. What fun is that? I want to have the fun now and enjoy life. Not work my *** off to retire when I can have no fun. If I can't retire be the time I am 40 or so, screw it, I'll sell everything I own and wonder around be a homeless bum. No bills, just go around and have fun with a ton of money you now have.
Yea.. ok I'm done now. Just needed to get that out..
Well, last weekend was looking good. I had a blast Saterday hanging out in the Mall with freinds. Then sunday, I wake up, screw around on the computer for a while, then go and take a nap in front of fire. I wake up, get online start talking as usual. Dad bursts in the house screaming at me. I jump off and go see what he is yelling about. He is yelling about my shovelling job on the walkway. Gotta feel the love. I'm always the first to be blamed for things like this. If there is any situation wher blame needs to be put, I am the one that gets it. Oh, and most of the time I can't even argue my innocence. Just the fact of argueing to proove him wrong gets me in more trouble.
So, my mom steps in and prooves him admits she did it. Oh, it's ok now. He's not mad now that it wasn't me. I think nothing of it, stuff like this is usuall. I go on with what I'm doing. Not too long latter, he comes in screaming about where one of his tools are. The first time I took it, I needed a set that had a larger size then MY allen wrench kit. So he trys to kill me now that I took his tool that my brother is usually the one that takes them and gets quitely scolded. So now, without having a previous warning I get grounded from the computer for a week, and the car for a month. He never warned me about taking his tools before, I had it for a few days and was going to put it back soon. With my brother taking them ALL the time, he only gets a mild calm warning. Then when I take one for the first time, I get a guy that can esaily beat the crap outta me screaming and swearing and all pissed off at me over just a tool. I can't wait till I'm a parent so I can understand why the hell adults do things like this.
Note for peoples' responses like shartley:
Yes, I am aware that he bought the computer I use. And the car I drive (Not mine, it's my moms that I have to beg for), the cloths I wear, the food I eat, the house I sleep in. I am thankfull. But what I am not thanktfull is for the level of which we have it. We are, or should I say, my dad is a upper class person. He is sucsesful, the president of a sucsuessfull company. He worked his way up from the low paid grunt 14 years ago to president now. Never missed a day of work in 14 years. In fact, he works extra alot. He's a hard worker. He gets rewarded. But I don't care about the nice stuff. I don't need to have alot of money to be happy. He wants me to be him. Such small things as not putting away a tool when your done upsets him. It makes him think I won't become a rich sucsesfull person. I'm sorry for his sake that he needs a ton of money and nice house to be happy. I don't want to be him, and I'm not going to be him.
I don't have much resonsibilty now, because, frankly, I don't need to. I'll save that for when I need to. I'm lazy, I don't try hard, and all the usual teenager stuff. I'm going to enjoy life now, then work my butt off latter when I have to support my own family, and all that good stuff. Life is kinda odd when you think about it. Spend the begining of it learning to, spend the middle of it working so you can, in the end, do nthing as old man who sits around in the nursing home and can't have any fun. What fun is that? I want to have the fun now and enjoy life. Not work my *** off to retire when I can have no fun. If I can't retire be the time I am 40 or so, screw it, I'll sell everything I own and wonder around be a homeless bum. No bills, just go around and have fun with a ton of money you now have.
Yea.. ok I'm done now. Just needed to get that out..

and my dad just plain rocks, so im relatively happy. I may know how you are feeling with the weird anger though.
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