most everyone has thought about it before once in their lives. whether it was when you were a child and you got your desert taken away and sent to your room, or maybe it was multiple times for abusive, stupid, or over-reactive parents. maybe you've even attempted to before.
so.. now my parents have always been easy going and i do love them.. but they get very over-reactive on stupid things. like school. i barely ever miss any day at school (despite the rare skip here and there) and it's the same with work. i've been late once at my old job at the avondale, and i've never been late at my current one until today. and it was only 17 minutes late when i'm the only one working. on thursday i went to my friends house so i could hang out with my newly founded significant other (never had one before until now which brightened up my generally uneventful life) in peace away from home. since her house is close to the summer school i'm going to, my parents said it was alright as long as my friends b/f dropped me off at the school in the morning so i wouldn't miss the 4 measly hours of english. no prob. however there was a power outage i guess on a small part of the town or maybe just the street, i can't be sure, and the alarm clock doesn't go off. so i slept in until 12pm and i get out of summer school at 1:10pm so there really was no point in going. so we went up to another friends house and hung out there and later in the day, my mom calls me and freaks out because i didn't go to school even though i informed her of the power outage. so she calls me a screw up and hangs up before i could get any say. so now my parents are damn pissed at me for something that wasn't my fault (AND IT'S ONLY ONE FREAKING DAY!) and even more so because im a little late for work.. or what is liked to be called work.. i sit and fuck around on the computer all day at an art gallery watching a total of 5 people walk in throughout the entire 4 hours that i'm here all alone. now if there was a show or something i would have been more careful, but that isn't the case now is it.
now when i had actually gotten home from the friends house to get my keys, me and dave (my b/f) were gonna walk there cuz it's just down the street but my dad forced me into the truck, like i mean he was fucking screaming at me and on the way there starts his usual jabber about how i'm always so selfish and life is always about when it's convenient for me like i'm the most disobedient kid on the planet. and then gives me shit for being "smart" (i fucking hate when they say that) when i shrug and say, okay dad, ya sure dad, whatever you say. because i don't want to deal with his or my mom's bullshit anymore. there are so much worse things in life than this! they know i've hated this town since i stepped foot here, they know i've never had a boyfriend (they don't know about my new one yet), they know i have a couple of good friends here and the rest are in other citys, they know i'm a very miserable person (although i must mention that they caringly forced me to stop being so miserable and missing out on family get-togethers that i've never missed until i turned 15 and put on a bright happy smile so they will be happy thinking that i'm happy), they know how much i despise this town and need to get out of it. but they don't care, they say they just want what's best for me, but they don't even listen to me so how could they know what's best. oh ya, they go by what everyone else does as the best thing for their kids, make them join society and work like a drone, hey! that'll prove myself to the world! i'll work my way down like everyone else does and miss out on the best things in life that no one pays attention to anymore. it's all work, buy, eat, die isn't it?
now about running away.. i know i don't need my parents anymore. i'm 16 and i'm responsible on my own level, and i can move out if i want to, i just don't have the money saved up to actually get an apartment. so i figure i can either keep this job where i work 2 days a week, 3 hours one day and 4 hours another (it's not bad a pay actually) and just find another job around the area i choose to escape to, or just quit this job and forget this town and this old town life completely. i know enough people who can help me out with a place to stay as long as i need as well as a bit of support here and there.
so anywayz, what do you think? can you relate to me at all? do you think i should find my own path and work my way up to whatever it is i'm destined to do while living the eventful life i've been deprived of my life up to this point, or should i do what every single other person does and have no interesting storys to tell, no special person(s) in my life, and no fucking dignity? or maybe you have a different way of looking at this. post your intellectual fury.
so.. now my parents have always been easy going and i do love them.. but they get very over-reactive on stupid things. like school. i barely ever miss any day at school (despite the rare skip here and there) and it's the same with work. i've been late once at my old job at the avondale, and i've never been late at my current one until today. and it was only 17 minutes late when i'm the only one working. on thursday i went to my friends house so i could hang out with my newly founded significant other (never had one before until now which brightened up my generally uneventful life) in peace away from home. since her house is close to the summer school i'm going to, my parents said it was alright as long as my friends b/f dropped me off at the school in the morning so i wouldn't miss the 4 measly hours of english. no prob. however there was a power outage i guess on a small part of the town or maybe just the street, i can't be sure, and the alarm clock doesn't go off. so i slept in until 12pm and i get out of summer school at 1:10pm so there really was no point in going. so we went up to another friends house and hung out there and later in the day, my mom calls me and freaks out because i didn't go to school even though i informed her of the power outage. so she calls me a screw up and hangs up before i could get any say. so now my parents are damn pissed at me for something that wasn't my fault (AND IT'S ONLY ONE FREAKING DAY!) and even more so because im a little late for work.. or what is liked to be called work.. i sit and fuck around on the computer all day at an art gallery watching a total of 5 people walk in throughout the entire 4 hours that i'm here all alone. now if there was a show or something i would have been more careful, but that isn't the case now is it.
now when i had actually gotten home from the friends house to get my keys, me and dave (my b/f) were gonna walk there cuz it's just down the street but my dad forced me into the truck, like i mean he was fucking screaming at me and on the way there starts his usual jabber about how i'm always so selfish and life is always about when it's convenient for me like i'm the most disobedient kid on the planet. and then gives me shit for being "smart" (i fucking hate when they say that) when i shrug and say, okay dad, ya sure dad, whatever you say. because i don't want to deal with his or my mom's bullshit anymore. there are so much worse things in life than this! they know i've hated this town since i stepped foot here, they know i've never had a boyfriend (they don't know about my new one yet), they know i have a couple of good friends here and the rest are in other citys, they know i'm a very miserable person (although i must mention that they caringly forced me to stop being so miserable and missing out on family get-togethers that i've never missed until i turned 15 and put on a bright happy smile so they will be happy thinking that i'm happy), they know how much i despise this town and need to get out of it. but they don't care, they say they just want what's best for me, but they don't even listen to me so how could they know what's best. oh ya, they go by what everyone else does as the best thing for their kids, make them join society and work like a drone, hey! that'll prove myself to the world! i'll work my way down like everyone else does and miss out on the best things in life that no one pays attention to anymore. it's all work, buy, eat, die isn't it?
now about running away.. i know i don't need my parents anymore. i'm 16 and i'm responsible on my own level, and i can move out if i want to, i just don't have the money saved up to actually get an apartment. so i figure i can either keep this job where i work 2 days a week, 3 hours one day and 4 hours another (it's not bad a pay actually) and just find another job around the area i choose to escape to, or just quit this job and forget this town and this old town life completely. i know enough people who can help me out with a place to stay as long as i need as well as a bit of support here and there.
so anywayz, what do you think? can you relate to me at all? do you think i should find my own path and work my way up to whatever it is i'm destined to do while living the eventful life i've been deprived of my life up to this point, or should i do what every single other person does and have no interesting storys to tell, no special person(s) in my life, and no fucking dignity? or maybe you have a different way of looking at this. post your intellectual fury.
