10/10/10 06:20 pm - Welcome To ThunderDome.
Of course, and as expected I've gone a very very long time without so much as thinking of updating this contraption. I can blame twitter for that, but I don't even update that as much as some people do. Oh well.
My last post was pretty dismal. This one is too. Just letting you know ahead of time. So if your not in the mood to read about the things that are bothering me feel free to navigate away from the page, and look at something that more uplifting, I think most people look at pictures of cats, or pornography.
I'm in my 6th year of college. I should I graduated in year 4. I've mentioned this before. This semester is nothing but liberal arts. If I pass these classes I can get my Associates degree, and then just take one more class in the spring to snag that bachelors. If I don't I'm done. That's it. Apparently the credits for my associate degree will expire in January, meaning if I don't get this I won't be able to even attempt that final course for the Bachelors.
Of course Dad, and Cathy are on my ass about passing. Unfortunately they are not being very positive about it. Today is a great example. I'm woken up at noon, to my dad telling to get up, and do something with my life. To me this seems excessive. I'm going to school. I'm attending to get a job. Let a guy rest once, and a while. Of course I get up, and shower. On my way to the shower, I can see that Kenny was woken up, or at least spoken to in a similar fashion. He doesn't take things the same I that I do. I can tell he is angry, and try to calm him down after my shower. I manage to get him to stop punching the wall, but the stress is too much for him, and he starts crying. The atmosphere in the house is already too much for him, so I eat, and get ready to leave. While waiting for my food, Dad, and Cathy approached me. You know what time it is? I think you do. It's time to call Dylan a failure! It's always the same thing. I'm not trying hard enough, All they want is for me to find a part time job. They don't acknowledge that I'm trying, or at least they do but mask it under it not being good enough of an effort. They say that I do nothing on some days, and I inform them that I'm doing class work. Read. Taking notes. Stuff that I'm supposed to be doing. Cathy condescendingly asks me how classes are going, presumably expecting me to give a nervous, and unsure answer. I reply with "I think they're going fine" She gives some cold "I hope you do well." Then replies with something she said to me before that once sent me over the edge.
I honestly can't remember if I mentioned this, and frankly I don't feel like going back to check right now. The last time I was talked to like this Cathy mentioned that Sarah will leave me for somebody more successful. She said this again, only this time she added that she hopes it happens. The last time she said that she crossed the line. This time she annihilated it. I'm tired of trying to be elegant about things. I decided this when she left the room talking about me "going ahead, and talking about this on that blog of mine" She reads this. Good. At least I know I have a reader out there. Even if she is the most condescending woman I've ever met. Any enough with that. It's time to vent a bit of frustration. When your more or less living on borrowed time, then you tend to accumulate a lot, even if your on a drug designed to prevent that.
Cathy, what you said was cruel. Crueler than anything you have ever said to me. As I've mentioned before I'm tired to being elegant about things, and keeping my words to myself. You are a horrible person for even thinking about saying that to me, if you even try to mutter that line again, pray that there aren't any sharp objects in the room.
As for you Dad. I try to shrug off the way you talk to me as a failed attempt at tough love, or constructive criticism, but enough is enough. In the 23 years that you've known me your approach has never worked. If your not satisfied with the way I'm doing things, then don't say anything at all. All your little talks do, is make me feel anxious (even while on medication). It slows me down. Your not helping.
Now with that off my chest, I'll try to make the next update more positive.
My last post was pretty dismal. This one is too. Just letting you know ahead of time. So if your not in the mood to read about the things that are bothering me feel free to navigate away from the page, and look at something that more uplifting, I think most people look at pictures of cats, or pornography.
I'm in my 6th year of college. I should I graduated in year 4. I've mentioned this before. This semester is nothing but liberal arts. If I pass these classes I can get my Associates degree, and then just take one more class in the spring to snag that bachelors. If I don't I'm done. That's it. Apparently the credits for my associate degree will expire in January, meaning if I don't get this I won't be able to even attempt that final course for the Bachelors.
Of course Dad, and Cathy are on my ass about passing. Unfortunately they are not being very positive about it. Today is a great example. I'm woken up at noon, to my dad telling to get up, and do something with my life. To me this seems excessive. I'm going to school. I'm attending to get a job. Let a guy rest once, and a while. Of course I get up, and shower. On my way to the shower, I can see that Kenny was woken up, or at least spoken to in a similar fashion. He doesn't take things the same I that I do. I can tell he is angry, and try to calm him down after my shower. I manage to get him to stop punching the wall, but the stress is too much for him, and he starts crying. The atmosphere in the house is already too much for him, so I eat, and get ready to leave. While waiting for my food, Dad, and Cathy approached me. You know what time it is? I think you do. It's time to call Dylan a failure! It's always the same thing. I'm not trying hard enough, All they want is for me to find a part time job. They don't acknowledge that I'm trying, or at least they do but mask it under it not being good enough of an effort. They say that I do nothing on some days, and I inform them that I'm doing class work. Read. Taking notes. Stuff that I'm supposed to be doing. Cathy condescendingly asks me how classes are going, presumably expecting me to give a nervous, and unsure answer. I reply with "I think they're going fine" She gives some cold "I hope you do well." Then replies with something she said to me before that once sent me over the edge.
I honestly can't remember if I mentioned this, and frankly I don't feel like going back to check right now. The last time I was talked to like this Cathy mentioned that Sarah will leave me for somebody more successful. She said this again, only this time she added that she hopes it happens. The last time she said that she crossed the line. This time she annihilated it. I'm tired of trying to be elegant about things. I decided this when she left the room talking about me "going ahead, and talking about this on that blog of mine" She reads this. Good. At least I know I have a reader out there. Even if she is the most condescending woman I've ever met. Any enough with that. It's time to vent a bit of frustration. When your more or less living on borrowed time, then you tend to accumulate a lot, even if your on a drug designed to prevent that.
Cathy, what you said was cruel. Crueler than anything you have ever said to me. As I've mentioned before I'm tired to being elegant about things, and keeping my words to myself. You are a horrible person for even thinking about saying that to me, if you even try to mutter that line again, pray that there aren't any sharp objects in the room.
As for you Dad. I try to shrug off the way you talk to me as a failed attempt at tough love, or constructive criticism, but enough is enough. In the 23 years that you've known me your approach has never worked. If your not satisfied with the way I'm doing things, then don't say anything at all. All your little talks do, is make me feel anxious (even while on medication). It slows me down. Your not helping.
Now with that off my chest, I'll try to make the next update more positive.