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I know that some of you were insinuating immaturity, lack of responsibility, and a misunderstanding of parental reasoning. Might I start by saying that I still have yet to grow up and understand that...BUT my father is 55 years old, So riddle me this: How is it right to do soemthing like turn my cell phone off without even so much as ASKING me for money? It's not that I don't have the money, because at that point I did. He simply didn't tell me. And when I did finally ask him (I didn't even know to ask him until I found my number disconnected), he wouldn't tell me what I owe him. In my book, that is a tad ... Immature, for lack of a better word.
Let me elaborate on the job situation a bit. When I said I didn't have a job, I didn't mean I've been poking around my dad's house being a bum. I mean that I'm not qualified for 90% of the jobs he wants me to get, and have been made aware that a part-time job "isn't going to cut it because it's not good enough". So how is a 19 year old with no major experience to speak of and only a high school diploma going to get a job at the number one orthopedic company in the world??
I'm not saying I EXPECT him to pay for my schooling. My point was simply that he doesn't think before he dictates. I came home from the college I was at because I didn't want to be there to begin with. Who wanted me to go there?? Him. So I did it to make him happy, because his happiness is what I had lived for for the previous 17 years of my life. A lot of him wanting me to go to the local school is to get credits that I can then transfer to a university of my choice after "proving myself". In his mind he doesn't understand that THEY DON'T TRANSFER. He has a girlfriend that went to the same school that he's suggesting for TWO YEARS...how many of her gen. ed. credits transferred?? She said MAYBE 6. Maybe I'm an idiot, but I don't see the point in paying for two years of schooling that will essentially go down the drain.
As for my room... The house is always spotless, thanks to my dad's girlfriend. Of course she doesn't clean my room. My dad doesn't clean jack $h*t himself, so I don't see why it bothers him so much when my 15 x 15 foot area of living space has a few clothes on the floor. As for 'my' bathroom - - I don't even use it, nor does anyone else.. The only reason it's 'mine' is because it's downstairs next to my room. Screw cleaning a bathroom once a week that NO ONE EVER USES. I could see dusting or something, but he wants it full out scrubbed, rubbed, cleaned, sanatized, and shining.
So I'm sorry to all the elders out there that found my post to be spoiled or what not, I wrote it in anger. While I stand by my reasons, I'd also like to say that I'd appreciate my maturity level to be reconsidered. Considering some of the things I've been through, you'd be surprised that I have an ounce of 19-year-old-ness in my body.
On a lighter note, I watched two movies in the last two nights (both with my dad, ironicly enough). Movie number one: A Beautiful Mind... If you haven't seen this, RUN to your nearest video place AND BUY IT. Words cannot describe it, so I'm not even going to try. Movie number two: Best In Show... Whoever had the wonderful idea of making a movie about a dog show was out of their noggin. It was meant to be one of those stupid-funny movies, but it really wasn't that funny. Anyhow, point being - - GO SEE A BEAUTIFUL MIND, ASAP!!
Welp, I have to go ... um...clean something, I'm sure. Hehe.
Greek Love,
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