1.
I saw my dad for the first time in months. He had made $90,000 on a house sale and now he was asking me, a full-time student who makes less than $200/wk for money....oh and he only has $30,000 left and it is stuck in some financial mes whereby he has no acces sto it....CD or something
2.
My uncles birthday was today. No one told me until the last minute. Either way I was with my uncles (his brother too) all day keeping them company. They are kind depressed all of the time so either way it was a nice day.
3. I bought my uncle a very nice chocolate cake. He has diabetes. Somehow my mind was clouded by my Dad's MASSIVE financial doom and forgot about my uncle's condition when I was buying the cake.
4. I drive two hours to see my uncles to keep them company and on this ocassion, my dad. My dad ahs the arrogance to bring along some random cousin who jsut came to the country and got pissed when I didn't want to go eat with him and his cousin. Somehow he didn't understand that the reason I drove 2 hrs was to spend time with THEM, not some damn cousin that no one even knows.
5. The cousin just came to the country from her country and is leeching off of the little my dad has left ( the $30,000 won't be accessible for years) and he somehow feels that it is his duty to help her out with a place to stay and money and clothes.
Wow, what a sh!!ty contribution my Dad made to my day. I have always cared for him, but even though I will ultimately deny it, I am getting tired of even seeing him.
Lets, forget that he promissed me $45,000 out of the $90,000. Lets forget that I told him that I didn;t care about what he gave me and that all I wanted to to help him safeguard the one chance he had at a decent living. Lets also forget that he got some random chick pregnant in Arizona who took like $20,000 away from him. Lets forget that my dad has been the most dissapoainting father figure anyone could ever imagine: that type that contunally promises you the grandiouse and delivers nothing but disappointment and iressponsibility. Lets forget that he was once a brilliant man who lost his father at a bad age whereby he was left "hanging" like an irrelevant chad in some election. Lets forget that his mother died and he dissapeared for months during my freshman term in college which "somewhat contributed " to my downfall at Drexel University.
Lets forget it all, and all I have left is a man who brings me nothing more than reasons to grieve and anguish the likes of which I would never impose another human soul.
My uncle, the birthdayboy, laughed and smiled for a few minutes until he realized that he couldn't have any cake. Then his smile all but vanished when he saw my Dad, the one man who could have helped my uncle with a crucial surgery that has all but bankrupted him..
fvck.
And I struggle , as always, to define my purpose in life, and as lame as it sounds, I think I have yet another idea as to what it may be.
To show them how it is done. To show them that success can be achieved by a man with my last name without whoring himself out to the world.
I saw my dad for the first time in months. He had made $90,000 on a house sale and now he was asking me, a full-time student who makes less than $200/wk for money....oh and he only has $30,000 left and it is stuck in some financial mes whereby he has no acces sto it....CD or something
2.
My uncles birthday was today. No one told me until the last minute. Either way I was with my uncles (his brother too) all day keeping them company. They are kind depressed all of the time so either way it was a nice day.
3. I bought my uncle a very nice chocolate cake. He has diabetes. Somehow my mind was clouded by my Dad's MASSIVE financial doom and forgot about my uncle's condition when I was buying the cake.
4. I drive two hours to see my uncles to keep them company and on this ocassion, my dad. My dad ahs the arrogance to bring along some random cousin who jsut came to the country and got pissed when I didn't want to go eat with him and his cousin. Somehow he didn't understand that the reason I drove 2 hrs was to spend time with THEM, not some damn cousin that no one even knows.
5. The cousin just came to the country from her country and is leeching off of the little my dad has left ( the $30,000 won't be accessible for years) and he somehow feels that it is his duty to help her out with a place to stay and money and clothes.
Wow, what a sh!!ty contribution my Dad made to my day. I have always cared for him, but even though I will ultimately deny it, I am getting tired of even seeing him.
Lets, forget that he promissed me $45,000 out of the $90,000. Lets forget that I told him that I didn;t care about what he gave me and that all I wanted to to help him safeguard the one chance he had at a decent living. Lets also forget that he got some random chick pregnant in Arizona who took like $20,000 away from him. Lets forget that my dad has been the most dissapoainting father figure anyone could ever imagine: that type that contunally promises you the grandiouse and delivers nothing but disappointment and iressponsibility. Lets forget that he was once a brilliant man who lost his father at a bad age whereby he was left "hanging" like an irrelevant chad in some election. Lets forget that his mother died and he dissapeared for months during my freshman term in college which "somewhat contributed " to my downfall at Drexel University.
Lets forget it all, and all I have left is a man who brings me nothing more than reasons to grieve and anguish the likes of which I would never impose another human soul.
My uncle, the birthdayboy, laughed and smiled for a few minutes until he realized that he couldn't have any cake. Then his smile all but vanished when he saw my Dad, the one man who could have helped my uncle with a crucial surgery that has all but bankrupted him..
fvck.
And I struggle , as always, to define my purpose in life, and as lame as it sounds, I think I have yet another idea as to what it may be.
To show them how it is done. To show them that success can be achieved by a man with my last name without whoring himself out to the world.
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