*ahem*
Dearest Mother,
I hate you. I hate how you try to dominate and control MY life. Who do you think you are, Mao or someone? Piss off. If I want to do something, I damned well will do it, and if you stop me, you'll pay the price in the future. Want me to be a nice filial son and visit three times a week when you're old? Hell no. Fuck off. I'll be out living my life, free from your constraints. Who's fault will this be? Yours.
I mean, take Cadets for example. At the start of this year, you were all like "Oh, you're going to join the Army, so you don't even need to take part". And then at the same time you were like "Make sure you have backup plans for your tertiary education". Well, now look what happened! Army rejected me because I'm too passive (which I also blame on you, by the way, for making me so goddamn submissive I can't even socialise properly), and I haven't done anything at all in Cadets this year! Bare minimum attendance to Training Camp, didn't go Annual Camp, no Annual Parade, no Officers's Dinner. Hell, if you hadn't opposed it so strenuously I mighta gotten an actual position this year, instead of a superfluous sergeant with no real role at all. Fuck you. Fourth (and final) year of Cadets, with nothing to show for it other then three stripes that I don't even deserve. Cadets was all that kept me going through MHS. And now I feel like I've let the Unit down, and I've let myself down. And there's no way to redeem myself. Cadets has been, in some respects, my family, and in letting everyone down...it just feels absolutely shit.
You say you give me freedom because I can go out in the holidays with friends. Then you tell me off for going out when everyone else, like Kevin and Bill, stay home, because apparently that makes me a bad student. Then, on top of that, you claim that you don't control my life! And when I compare your dictatorial management of the family to Hitler, you hit me. Fuck you. Am I wrong? If I speak out, if I even try to correct one of your mistakes, I get shouted at. Just because you are old and wise and all that shit doesn't mean you're always right. You have experience, sure, but that doesn't mean you've drawn the right conclusions. I have knowledge, and I have the gift of foresight, the ability to step back and look at the consequences of the actions of others in a similar position. You think you're so high and mighty, but in reality, you're nothing. Stop trying to control my life.
I mean, do you honestly give a flying fuck about what I career path I choose? Who gives a shit if there's not many job prospects? It's what I want to do, and I'm going to do it. I refuse to follow some other career path that I like less, purely because it means I'll get a job and earn money sooner. This is not China, where secure jobs are few and far between. I actually have a CHOICE of what I want to do. Your thoughts, opinions, and experiences belong to a different place and time, one which is not applicable to there here and now. You went to high school at a time when modern computers and the Internet did not exist. I'd tell you to get with the times, but you are so stubborn in your outdated ways, believing that all new methods must be wrong because they conflict with yours, that it'd simply be a waste of breath. No longer does the book reign supreme in the halls of study! With the World Wide Web, I can access more than sufficient information regarding any topic in the time it takes you to find your car keys. Change or die.
And despite all this, you tell me to follow your example because supposedly you are some sort of super perfect person. Hate to break it to ya, but you ain't. Welcome to reality, 21st century style.
Oliver
Frequent Rotation – February 2024
1 month ago
13 comments:
Aww OJ ><
It's okay being a sub now =P
OH man u Just owned her lol GJ, Will.(panda off msn)
Yes, i see where the inspiration for your title comes from now.
But really, it seems you have no idea how to handle parents :\
Well, *shrug* what else am I supposed to do?
Oj, I think the best way to communicate with your mom would first and foremost write messages where they are likely to see them =p
Iuno about your mom specifically, but with my parents I find that using reason helps alot. Try to be calm, collected and coherent when you talk/argue with them. That way, even if they do flip out and start meleeing you, they just look crazy and violent.
This aside though, you've got to try and empathize with your parents Oj. To win an argument with people who currently control pretty much every aspect of your life via yelling match is hard when they can just blackmail your nuts off. Don't try to take down the Death Star with a Cloud Car man =p
What I try to do is keep trying to take a reasoned approach with them. Show your mom that you understand where she's coming from, but at the same time assert that in the end it is your life and you've got the final say in it.
Deep down, I think that even if they do show it retardedly sometimes, parents only want the best for you. Show them that you're capable of doing what you think is best by explaining the reasoning behind why you want to do it. And then challenge them to come up with similar support for their own point of view. =]
Last but not least, try to withold awesome comebacks and rat comments lah. It'll make things run much more smoothly ..^^"
Doesn't work leh...BECAUSE they are so fanatical, any reasoned approach on my part is pathetic and quickly brushed aside in the progression of the discussion. They don't care if they go insane, because that's justified as they're adults. Anything I do that displeases them, on the other hand, is wrong because I'm young and therefore know nothing.
Hey, did you see the bloody design of the Death Star? Sure, we'll just put this PERFECTLY STRAIGHT PORT DIRECTLY TO THE MAIN REACTOR. No bends or ANYTHING. A Cloud Car would win if it dropped literally any piece of junk down it.
OJ, i totally agree with you. Hurrah for us submissive asian types. The multimillion dollar question is how the fuck do we deal with them, no?
Well, although i pretty much totally can't stand whatever my dad does or say, i guess i've just learnt to try to not start an argument. Because if i do, theres no doubt that i'll go Super Saiyan and whoop his arse but thats not the point. The thing is, theres no winning an argument with your parents; if you win the argument, they hate you. If you lose the argument, you hate you. So moral of the story - take the path of least resistance. You never know, sometimes your parents might actually *shock horror* be right. Or you could move out like i plan to do.
ANU anybody?
Agreed. Though I'll stick with Monash, thanks :P
You've got to prove to them you know something OJ. You're never going to get anywhere with parentals if you just rant and rage and not try to understand them =.=
Ignore them if they yell and act crazy, because in the end they just look stupid. If you decide to end the logical part of the 'discussion' and go bananas too you'll get bodyslammed. Remember they have the power.
Don't give up hope on your parents Oj, I really think all they want for you is what is best. Try to talk to them about WHY you believe what you do, and maybe then they'll get to understand you a little better. Even if you guys have conflicting views, as many of us kiddos and our parents do, understanding each other and talking things through will always lead to a mutually beneficial ending.
Ok about the Death Star's little Achilles Heel, that stupid vent is an absolute pain in the butt to fly down in Rouge Squadron ok, there are all these stupid useless bits of metal in the way. On top of this, when you get to the stupid thing, you have to literally be like right over it before you can shoot down it. Don't give me that proton torpedo crap, cloudcar only has pink homolaser >3
Also Oj, death star has tractor beam, big green laser and many many Tie Fighter Wings. It's not like you can fly down the port unhindered >__>"
Steve, to them, knowledge is nothing. Experience is everything. And, alas, I have one third of the experience of them. Something about them having walked this road before, and knowing exactly how to make all he right choices. How do I counter that, eh?
I understand them. I understand them better than I wish I did. But they don't understand me. Hell no. I mean, to them, anything I think or want to do is nothing because what I want simply doesn't matter; if what I want conflicts with their view of what is the "right" choice in any given situation, then they win. Even if I try and explain why I feel how I feel, it's like, "Oh, you're still young, you still have your whole life. All these opportunities will come again." You know, who cares about the last year of Cadets? I'm sure I'll get another final Annual Camp, another chance to Slow March for the last time through the ranks of the combined cadet body, one more chance to have an Officers Dinner dedicated to the class of 2009. Because, you know, those are SO common in everyone's lifetime.
Looking stupid is irrelevant...whoever gets the last word in wins.
Star Wars was so retarded. Why do the trench run at all?! Simply fly perpindicular to the surface of the Death Star, straight at the port. Much better firing angle, way less defences, and no stupid metal wall things. And, while the vent is shielded, I'm sure enough pewpews would blast through it :D
Tractom beams only work if you can actually target the thing you're aiming at...same with big green laser. And Tie fighters suck almost as badly as the Death Star.
Can I mention something? At the end of the day, cadets is cadets. I know you hate that I say this, but eventually you'll have to leave cadets and then what? It may not contribute to anything that you'll ever do again, it might've been great while you were in it, but when you're gone, who is going to care? More than half the world out there doesn't even know that cadets exist, and deep down, you know that it's not going to count towards anything.
UMM YES. Someone mentioned ANU :D Me too.
I leave Cadets, yeah, but if I had actually been able to do something this year, lead a succesful Charlie section...it would have been a legacy. Last year's Charlie is still spoken of in tones of hushed awe. And we had a flag, which EACH member signed. If we had lasted this year, we would have done the same...and passed it on the next year's group. If things had worked out, when I left, I'd be remembered for making a real positive contribution.
Half the world doesn't even know about cadets, sure, but people that matter to me do know, do care...and that's what's important.
It counts towards me. I learnt a lot from Cadets...it helped me be the person I am today.
oh dear lol - finally a post after a month!!! - and lol @ the mao reference - Cadets helps u become a stalker =P? (jks)
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