I'm in a rut with my parents now, because I think they care more about thier ****ing house than they do my life. Let me explain...
About two weeks ago, my friend had set up a party at his house, a whole nine-yards. Well, I got up the next day, helped him clean his house up, (Which was, as you can imagine, pretty damn messy.) and drove home to sleep the rest of the day. When I woke up, and went to get something to eat, there was my dad, who said "Was the party good last night?" I tried fiegning ignorance and said "Huh?" But he brings up the fact that my friend's dad has just said that someone threw up in his house, his neighboors heard loud music, his liquor cabinet has been raided, ect. So I confessed, and instead of killing me like I thought he would, he just say's "Well, don't do it again, and never let me catch you in a car if your drunk." (I had hid the key's beforehand, don't worry, I'm not that stupid.:upstare: ) Now, as you can imagine, I was pretty damn happy to get off without even a slap to the wrist, and at the time, didn't think about the fact that I could easily have gotten killed, or killed someone else. But about a week later, I had two freinds over, and around 12 o' clock, we said "Hey, why not light something on fire?" So we get out a thick peice of wood, put it in my driveway, put a school book on top of it, put some gas on it, and watch it go. Pretty basic, right? Well, after all was said and done, I set the smoldering book in a corner of the driveway, not in the woods, where it could catch fire, or the trash, where the same could happen. Well, I leave that morning, and 5 hours later, I get a call to come back to the house. Guess what? My dad went mental over that. He could no longer trust me, I was now an idiot, and what I found the worst, is that he blatently said to my face. "Are you that idiotic? You could have burnt the house down!" Then he went off to make snide remarks all day about how my sister would never do something like that, and how great she was over me.
Now when I turned around and thought about it, I see that my dad only got mad over the fact that I had a remote chance that I could have burned down his precious house, despite that fact we had a running hose in hand. But when I was in a situation where I could have easily killed myself or others, he didn't seem to care at all. Anyone else ever had this happen?
About two weeks ago, my friend had set up a party at his house, a whole nine-yards. Well, I got up the next day, helped him clean his house up, (Which was, as you can imagine, pretty damn messy.) and drove home to sleep the rest of the day. When I woke up, and went to get something to eat, there was my dad, who said "Was the party good last night?" I tried fiegning ignorance and said "Huh?" But he brings up the fact that my friend's dad has just said that someone threw up in his house, his neighboors heard loud music, his liquor cabinet has been raided, ect. So I confessed, and instead of killing me like I thought he would, he just say's "Well, don't do it again, and never let me catch you in a car if your drunk." (I had hid the key's beforehand, don't worry, I'm not that stupid.:upstare: ) Now, as you can imagine, I was pretty damn happy to get off without even a slap to the wrist, and at the time, didn't think about the fact that I could easily have gotten killed, or killed someone else. But about a week later, I had two freinds over, and around 12 o' clock, we said "Hey, why not light something on fire?" So we get out a thick peice of wood, put it in my driveway, put a school book on top of it, put some gas on it, and watch it go. Pretty basic, right? Well, after all was said and done, I set the smoldering book in a corner of the driveway, not in the woods, where it could catch fire, or the trash, where the same could happen. Well, I leave that morning, and 5 hours later, I get a call to come back to the house. Guess what? My dad went mental over that. He could no longer trust me, I was now an idiot, and what I found the worst, is that he blatently said to my face. "Are you that idiotic? You could have burnt the house down!" Then he went off to make snide remarks all day about how my sister would never do something like that, and how great she was over me.
Now when I turned around and thought about it, I see that my dad only got mad over the fact that I had a remote chance that I could have burned down his precious house, despite that fact we had a running hose in hand. But when I was in a situation where I could have easily killed myself or others, he didn't seem to care at all. Anyone else ever had this happen?
