That's an oxymoron, because this situation isn't fun.
So my parents and I had a LONG talk last night. And it involved a lot of crying.
No, I am NOT ashamed.
Anyways. It is a no, has always been a no, and will always be a no.
My dad is the only one with a problem at this point. First, rapists. But his other main arguement was that I could SPRAIN MY ANKLE. Going down STAIRS.
That remark got me ANGRY, man. So I asked him if I should live in a padded box for the rest of the summer. He said, "Yes. That's preferable."
Though he didn't say preferable, because he had drank a couple of beers. But that's what he meant.
Anyways. Last year they said this year, and I'm pretty positive that next year they'll hold it off again.
But whatever. Another horrible summer will be worth one good one, right?
But seriously. I'm SCARED for this summer. I'd rather stay in school.
And then I brought up that point. What am I going to DO? Pretty much my whole summer was riding on that decision. Since I'm pretty much not allowed to go outside during the summer, that was going to be my lifeline.
My parents offered boarding school over the summer. I'm freaking serious.
And they were offering online courses or something.
First, why would I want MORE reasons to stay inside and be miserable? Second, why would you waste thousands of dollars that we DON'T have on me, when a season pass would be free because I would pay for it anyways?
Honestly.
These girls that I sit with at lunch haven't even been on the mamba ONCE because they're scared of every single thing around them. And they have season passes. For camp Snoopy.
It just makes me frustrated. I get all A's, have been doing extra chores, and they won't even consider something that would be FREE to them anyways.
It's all due to my parent's childhoods. My luck, right? Neither of them had parents that bothered to protect them from anything. Long story, won't tell it. So my life has to be perfect by their standards.
No, mom, my legs WON'T get chopped off by wires. And I WON'T fall down stairs. And I WON'T puke and then choke on it.
And that wasn't even a joke. She suggested all of those.
But anything I type here won't make a difference anyways.
These are the years of my life where I should be making memories, not wanting to forget them, y'know?
So there's the briefing. Now you all know what's happening.
2 comments:
UGHHH
This pisses me off so bad.
I mean, really, I know you're parents are doing it out of love and all, and they're doing because they don't want you to have a childhood with parents like thier own, but seriously?
Can't they let you live a LITTLE?
WOF isn't a dangerous place. In all of the years I have ever gone with or without an adult, there have NEVER been any problems, any scares, or anything that even hurt us. Yes, there's always that little possibility that something will happen, but it's very unlikely.
If there's even a chance that something on a ride isn't safe, they stop the ride and fix it. There isn't a place in the park where there isn't a worker around you, and if we're in a group equipped with cell phones, chances are, we'll be fine.
Don't worry.
You'll find something else to do this summer. It won't be WOF fun, but it'll still be something, right?
As Remi said, your parents are doing this out of love whether you can shove that through your brain or not.
But honestly, this can pave the way for something else. You're good at starting new things, make this a summer of "new" you know? Plus, you'll be doing tutoring on some days, and that's something. Hey, maybe you can even call me, and we can hang out...'cause I sure as heck probably won't be at WOF either. Maybe we can start that knitting club, or start baking again. Heey, maybe we can even run together.
There are a lot of possibilities, just gotta sort through them....
:)
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