*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
