I understand that most people love Father’s Day, but my dad abandoned me when I was 3, and only partially kept in touch with me. When I was 9, he started ignoring me. When I was 11, he wanted to be a part of my life again. Like the stupid sap that I am, I let him. Now I’m 13, and he doesn’t particularly hurt me by what he does, it’s what he’s not doing. He never talks to me. He never bothers to see me, let alone tell me he loves me. I removed him as a friend on Facebook, blocked him, and blocked him on my email as well. Pretending everything is okay hurts me more. I don’t want him. Everytime I have to do a manly chore around the house, I get upset, because if he hadn’t ruined my life, I could do simple things painlessly. And then the message at church on Father’s Day always makes me tear up. And I can’t stand to watch families anywhere, regardless of whether they have a father or not. Thanks for ruining my life.
I hate when people get a lesser-quality product than you and say, “My thing is better than yours!†Seriously? It is not. In fact, it is literally worse in every single way. You are only saying that because you can’t afford the real thing.
I hate when I’m typing something, and something in parentheses requires an emoticon, such as a smiley face. Go try it yourself. It just looks so… awkward.
It’s so frustrating being ahead of what the teacher is talking about. So I sit at a table of other smarties and chat, and then she can’t stop shouting!
I tell the teacher and ask for some harder work, and I get snarky remarks that I’m not that far ahead. I try everything, I stand up and tell her the answers to all the questions, I show my processes, I even demonstrate how to do something quicker than the way shown. But no, nothing. And I know it sounds like I’m a smart alleck, which I am a bit, but being told utter lies by people in positions of power is a real stinker. The teacher even said once that I was behind the standard for my grade.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love him, but I hate it when I leave for a minute and he takes my spot on the couch. Now, it doesn’t sound so bad, but then when I try to move him, he doesn’t budge and he sometime will growl. Calm down, Blitz. Just give me back my spot, and nobody gets hurt!