^What my parents want me to do
What the fuck? I have this entire week off, so that’s like saying I played last night, before I worked today. So I went to schedule an appointment at the DMV, found something, but thought I’d messed up the type of appointment. Turns out I had the right one, but it wasn’t available when I went back. I felt bad, but oh well. They open up the next day’s appointments tomorrow. My parents however felt otherwise. They wouldn’t pull me out of school for literally 10 minutes so that I could take it. It was my fault, because I had played this morning I hadn’t got the slot. (I was waiting for some friends to get back to me on which DMV to avoid, because there is one where evidently they fail a ton of people)
^The cause of my problems
So then the discussion goes in a random direction.
I have a friend who is currently in India. He said it was hot, buggy, and he’d be surprised if he didn’t get malaria. My mom proceeded to blast him, saying he hasn’t been through anything, blah blah blah. Then proceeds to say “Well, at least he cares about school” They continually said well, because you played this morning you don’t care about school. They then faultily extrapolate this to mean that I don’t want to go to college, and only want to play video games. A little farfetched to accuse someone who has written over 9,000 words in two and a quarter days.
So anyways, they started talking, and before I knew it they said how immature I was, and about how I shouldn’t even have a driver’s license. So yeah, I’m not going to have a driver’s license until I’m 18. (Or until I convince them otherwise)
In strangely good news they are now convinced that I’m psychopathic and so have arranged for me to see a counselor. I have a feeling that when I see him/her I’ll come out on top. I’m fairly sure I’m not psychopathic, but I do think talking about ripping off your child’s head is a little psycho.
My parents keep on pulling this bullshit where they say “You know we care about you asshole son, so why don’t you talk to us.” Generally they ask some stupid probing question like “Why are you playing before you are working blah blah blah” I’ll respond because I have time, and it’s not a big deal. Then they get mad, so I’ve just over time learned to not say anything, and when they rant just say OK. Now though, they are employing the most BS technique ever. Basically interrogation. You aren’t leaving your room until you talk to us. I talk; I get yelled at, et al. How should I answer these impossible questions such as “Why are you not working as much as you could” and “what can we do to help”?
^ Quite funny, just ran into it while writing.