DETAILS, DETAILS
UPDATE: Currently having a life crisis. But no worries, because tetris cures everything. MATERIAL POSSESSIONS AREN'T IMPORTANT TO ME, ALL THAT MATTERS IS TETRIS.
PRACTISE SAFE SEX.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I skimmed through the post on working at Isetan and realized it sounded almost incoherent. I didn't manage to really express how I felt about my first job and the post looks as if written by a preschool kid with a below-average grasp of the English Language.
Ok anyway, my dad is pestering me now again. At some point in time in the past five years, I've developed a growing dislike for him. For both of my parents actually, but more for him. I know it's wrong(or is it?) to say this about them but then again there are no restrictions to what one can and cannot like, is there? Guilt turmoils with resentment as well, but I can't help the feeling. It's not even rational, what I'm feeling. Everytime he asks me something(as trivial as where to go for dinner), my blood pressure would increase tenfold. Recently he's been extremely vexing on asking about me O's grades. Can't you see the annoyance that flickers across my face(not subtly) everytime you ask about that? Could I have inherited my dislike for him from my mum? Sometimes I would realise how much I ignore him and inwardly squirm with guilt. But mostly it's all-out ignoring, like some freaking cold war. I don't know why I resent him so much though. Did I pick up the vibes from my mum? She treats him really really badly, like how someone would brush off an irksome fly. They barely seem to make anymore contact at all. I don't live in a healthy family. At the age of 16 I've perfectly inherited her brusque way of treating the only man in the house. It's because of him that I sometimes, more often than not, recoil(internally duh) to people's touch, unless I happen to like the person. What's this what's this?!! One of life's simpler pleasures, ruined for me.
I think I'm some asshole, going around black-mouthing my own family online lol.
Saturday, January 29, 2011