I tried telling my father on volunteer work I can do during the summer to help with my Resume. Of course, he's going to declare his limited perspective on what he thinks volunteering is.
He tells me I can get the same experience by getting a small job, and that volunteering isn't going to help you get money.
Wait...wait..I wasn't fucking talking about volunteering helping me get money. Are you so full of shit to believe that I'm not cognizant of this? He believes what I told him is some kind of storybook tale, and goes on professing his bullshit on what he thinks volunteering is.
But he's not listening to what I'm saying, he's implying that I'm focused only on volunteering to get a good word on my resume, but in fact, I'm only mentioning as part of something to make me more than qualified in the workforce when I graduate from college.
I'm suppressing my rage, and I was this close from using my cynical demeanor towards him, I RARELY have that temptation, but if he kept professing more bullshit, I honestly don't know how I'd feel, because I would already know that I would start playing mind games with him to where he'll have to admit that the suggestions he told me before were full of shit, and then he'll try to get off topic and go back to his ignorant view on volunteering vs. having a job for money.
Here he goes on with his little lecture on People working for money, even if they don't like it, they're just in it for the money.
Like WOOOOAH I NEVER KNEW THAT! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME THIS AMAZING REALIZATION TO ME!?!?
Are you seriously telling me this lecture? Are you seriously telling this? Are you fucking kidding me? I continuing suppressing being cynical towards him, and I tried talking about how I have to look for research as well.
I'm trying to tell him these things because I'm giving him something to think about. These are long term goals, not goals I want to finish only in this semester in college.
But no, he's not understanding this shit, I tell him that doing volunteering can help getting references for things like research, etc.
And he just....I just see him break down to the point where I just feel he's not really in synch with reality anymore. He's wondering what the hell I mean by references, and tells me that me graduating alone is enough to convince employers to consider me in the work force.
Wait wait wait, you're giving me another lecture that contradicts what you told me before? You told me that there are people already graduated before me (no shit Sherlock, you're really a fucking genius) and that people with PhDs are still struggling to find a job.
Did you not remember that? And now you're telling me that me graduating from college alone, taking 4 years, just 4 years of competence, competence that is generic right now.
You're telling me just because I graduate from one of the top public universities in Texas, and even in the nation is enough for good word on my Resume?
Are you so full of shit that just graduating, which isn't really that hard (look at how many people get generic grades and still graduate), is enough for me to be qualified? Did you not remember what you told me of being able to get good grades is important because it will show that I'm capable of doing the work whatever industry/corporation/whatever will offer me?
Then when I tell him I can easily be textbook smart after he gives me another ignorant small talk that college is just being able to read books.
Well, for undergraduate studying, no shit. No fucking shit you fucking genius. More lectures that you think you're obligated to give me, it just, amazes me that I'm clearly seeing him expressing hypocrisy, inverting it, turning it into shit, forgetting what he said, and then recycling this thought process over and over.
And then when I tell him that I don't want to only focus on volunteering, when I clearly told him nearly 10 times already, he suddenly says, "Oooh well if you can mix both working and volunteering, that's no problem."
My face....my face....I literally wanted to drop my jaw, and just look at him weirdly, but of course, that would just make things worse, so I have to suppress the urge to almost laugh insanely at the kid lecture he's giving me.
Then he tells me that since I'm an adult, you don't have to worry about being force fed with what to do.
Another lecture.....thanks! As if I didn't know that? Then what really made it hard to suppress my anger more is when he indirectly attacks me with how teenagers these days reach a point of their lives where they think they know more than they're parents.
You honestly did NOT just use that really horrible attack on me just now to think that I know everything? Just because you lived longer than me, doesn't mean you're a guru.
People can learn what you experienced in a shorter time span, it's inevitable because information is everywhere, but here you are stuck in your nostalgic shit on how you think you have the right to declare you know more about college than I do.
And I say that because he always told me I had to stay on top with managing the money and all that, and clearly, I did! It wasn't really that hard, he made me look like I had some complicated role.
I literally gave him baby steps on what he needed to do, if I can easily help you help me, what does that make you?
Is he honestly keeping track of this? It's too late for you to give me small take and lectures that were already engrained waaaaay before I got into college.
When I see people who are able to interact with their parents just fine, you're honestly not knowing how much they're repressing just to make it look like it's a stable family.
And even when I had moments where I realize my father as a person rather than a parent, that still doesn't give me incentive to respect him at all. It makes me hate him because he is not educated enough.
You don't just watch the media giving you generic concepts of how the world operates and think of it as some new knowledge and give it to your child like that.
That just shows how fucking stupid you are, just because you read a few articles that clearly do not have enough reliability in their sources, doesn't mean you can be a Dilbert and start professing basic human practices to me.
And you telling me that I need to focus on getting my drivers license, when I clearly am telling you long term goals that you think I want to finish during the summer, I already know you want me to take care of the short-term goal of getting my license, you don't need to tell me that!
And when you compare my life to some other child who is still in High School (who is obviously one of those idiots that parents don't even realize, it's like they pull out a random piece of paper with their name on it out of a magician's hat), and how he has a job working minimum wage, doesn't mean I'm going suddenly have a a rudimentary change in mindset and say,
"Oh, if he's working and is still in High School, I should do the same!"
There's a difference when you're the on top percentile and clearly will have money handed to you for your hard work rather than being a shithead in High School and having to get a job to pay for tuition.
He doesn't understand that, I honestly wonder if he even thinks how I managed to get so much money, especially when things were almost too late for me to get it.
I obviously didn't pull it out of my ass. I obviously had a brain. And I remember when I used to show him one of my essays where I would get a 98 or above 100, he would ask me if I wrote it.
LOL. LOL. LOOOOOL.
My father? Is this the role fathers have to live in? Because I honestly do not want to grow up having a child being ignorant towards them, and treating them like they won't know anything by the time they grow up to be adults.
Even if I see him as a person instead of a parent, I will never even bother trying to be sympathetic towards him.
It's the shit he tells me, and forgets it, and when I mention his shit back at him that makes me see how absent-minded he is, and his view on how college/universities work out is clearly on the level of shit.
Fuck you. I clearly did remarkable academically, and now in college, I don't really find the motivation anymore.
Sure I can be motivated to show him how much of a shithead he is when I can get a good salary right off the bat when I want to be serious, but that ambition is just proving someone wrong, and that's not worth it.
I can't find motivation in improving myself anymore, I want to, but when I hear contradicting standards from him, I just can't help but let them linger in my mind.
I can let them phase out, but it's going to keep coming back because I know he's going to be down my throat until he's dead.
I think this is why I'm focusing on finding guidance in my dreams.
Pathetic, I know that's a pathetic reason to dream, but it's better than listening to this asshole.
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