It gets worse before it gets better right?
11 Comments Published by JKREW on Sunday, November 27, 2005 at 8:00 PM.
Well, I'm pretty much mentally right at the point of going insane. I really don't know what to say so I'm guessing this rant is just that; a way to blow off a little steam.
I am almost at the point of pushing the do over button. I don't want to play anymore.
I took my car apart today. I am hoping to sell the pieces for which I busted my ass over the summer. Then I am going to sell my car. For 99.999% of the world this would be fine but for me, it's like stripping a child and selling the clothes and then later selling the child.
If you don't understand that or find it amusing then I propose that you go fuck yourself.
I seem to recall the one time my mother was truly enthusiastic for me was when I was trying to get into art school. I wish she gave a fuck about the things I truly care about in life. Too much "it's not realistic" or "it's a waste of money". I wish she understood that I am fucking good at what I do when it comes to things that aren't "realistic". Fuck that, I am amazing at what I can do.
It makes my stomach turn when she blows me off. I don't have many people to excitedly come to when I want praise or support in this world. I've given up on my dad but surprisingly, he actually gave a fuck when I came to him with things I had a passion about. Now I'm not trying to paint my mother out to be a uncaring bitch but I guess this is me realising that I really shouldn't involve her in things I really care about when I know deep down inside I am just going to be dissapointed by her reaction anyways.
Do you know what it feels like to finally write off your last parent out of anger?
God I want to be better. I need help.
I am almost at the point of pushing the do over button. I don't want to play anymore.
I took my car apart today. I am hoping to sell the pieces for which I busted my ass over the summer. Then I am going to sell my car. For 99.999% of the world this would be fine but for me, it's like stripping a child and selling the clothes and then later selling the child.
If you don't understand that or find it amusing then I propose that you go fuck yourself.
I seem to recall the one time my mother was truly enthusiastic for me was when I was trying to get into art school. I wish she gave a fuck about the things I truly care about in life. Too much "it's not realistic" or "it's a waste of money". I wish she understood that I am fucking good at what I do when it comes to things that aren't "realistic". Fuck that, I am amazing at what I can do.
It makes my stomach turn when she blows me off. I don't have many people to excitedly come to when I want praise or support in this world. I've given up on my dad but surprisingly, he actually gave a fuck when I came to him with things I had a passion about. Now I'm not trying to paint my mother out to be a uncaring bitch but I guess this is me realising that I really shouldn't involve her in things I really care about when I know deep down inside I am just going to be dissapointed by her reaction anyways.
Do you know what it feels like to finally write off your last parent out of anger?
God I want to be better. I need help.
all you have to do is ask.
It's okay when girls whine. But when a guy whines, it's uncomfortably gay.
oh piss off.
I'm sorry you feel this way. My parents have never gotten me or tried, so I totally understand you.
At least you're still talking about parents. My wife is trying her damnedest to work up the guts to tell me to fold the company she gave me the greenlight to start. Stripping a child only to sell the child... yeah I hear that. I totally hear that.
Kate, I don't mean to piss you off. Maybe it was the way I was brought up that made me feel that men who whine are gay-like (and I have nothing against gays if that's what you are).
Blogs are great to share ideas, news, and the such, but too many people are using it to whine. I guess I'm just tired of seeing blogs that whine and whine. I wanted to see something edgy, creative, and idealistic. I didn't find it here and I will move on. But the whining especially from guys is just gay. From teenage girls, it's okay. But not a grown man. Sorry.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
Jason, you're so sensitive.
I don't know what's worse, the fact that you read a whiney bitchy blog or the fact that you comment on said blog and then go back to the blog to see if someone commented on your comment.
Who the hell said I didn't care buckwheat? The fact that I don't always jump up and down might be because I am tired of your decisions to put energy into things with little return when you have BIG issues that require energy that could give you a BIG return. My job was never to be your chearleader, but a parent. If that means you need for me to be the bad guy right now...OK. I can take it. But don't think for i second that I don't love you or don't support what you have passion about. I just want to see you happy. I'm not sure putting energy into building a fort is going to do it for ya long-term. I'm thinking there just might be a few bigger picture issues that need your attention. Your car is a material thing. I care more about your heart, your head, your character, your soal. Get those puppies lined up. Put the same amount of energy into them as your car or your fort and you will get my attention back. Acting out gets my attention, but not my admiration. You've got my attention. Now take care of yourself. Stop running. Stand still. Face your demons, then tell them to f*** themselves.
Do 1 thing every day that scares you. That might get you closer to where you need to be.
And hey, I'll be within shouting distance away, if ya need me.
Ouch!
Wow.