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Wednesday, April 09, 2003 @ 12:43 PM
Grrrr! and Arrrrgh!
My father drives me insane, sometimes. But I agreed to watch his apartment for him while he's in Omaha. So, I went over to his apartment at 9:30 this morning. (I hate getting out of bed before noon, before ten is even worse.) And once I get there, he immediately starts making me wish he lived in another state.
He was so patronizing about everything! Frank, for the love of God, I'm nineteen. I can lock and unlock a door and retrieve mail! I can operate a stove without setting off a smoke detector, thank you!
Then we went for breakfast. At Zorba's - I am not a fan of Zorba's in the first place, but my father had to hassle me at every damn intersection! Fine, you're right, I'm not a good driver. But you BUGGING me DOESN'T HELP! He could've driven, but no, he made me drive, I think just so he could criticize me.
*And* he sprung the fact that his friend Sam was meeting us there on me at the last second. Now, I like Sam, but every time he sees me, he asks me about the computer he built for Frank to give to me as a graduation present. (Not out of the goodness of his heart, in case you were wondering. He was paid very well for this service.) And the fact is, the computer he built was archaic and annoying, and I replaced it as soon as I could afford to. But I have to smile and say, "Oh, yeah, it's working out great," because I can't tell my father that his only friend ripped him off.
And the entire time, he wouldn't shut up about how I'm going to be homeless and starving in the gutter. The thing is, I don't believe that anymore. Yes, I'm a Theatre major. But for the first time in my life, I can actually see myself with a career - not just a job, but something that makes me happy. Why does my father insist on trying to deprive me of this hard-won hope?
"Why can my parents always push all of my buttons?" "That's easy. They installed them." --Paul & Jamie
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