Tomorrow is move in day at my school. Meaning I take my belongings, travel 150 miles, and live somewhere else for a semester. This does not bother me in the least. I love my school. I love the people at my school. And I'm not really fond of the area I grew up in. The problem is this. My father works swing shift. He is a coal miner. He hates his job. He is on midnight shift this week, and he gets off of work at about 9 am tomorrow morning. Which is about an hour after we had originally wanted to leave. I currently do not know if he is going or not. I don't want him to go for the following reasons:
1. He is one of those hard-to-please types. Anything I do is completely wrong, because it's not the same way he would have done it. So the entire move in process would consist of him condemning me and every personality trait I have for being such an idiot all the time. Note that I managed to survive for 9 months in Columbus last year without his help, but I know this is what will happen. Because he's always right, and to him, I'm a dumbass.
2. He doesn't get home until over and hour after when we want to leave. Meaning I won't get to the school until at least an hour after I want to. This becomes a problem when I'm living in the basement, and you must take stairs to get to the basement. And when arriving an hour or two late would put me on the campus at the same time as nearly every other incoming student, you can see where having to navigate all of these people would be a pain in the *** . So I want to get there early, and if he goes, that won't happen.
And 3, Why does he have to go now? I don't get this at all. He never wanted to come visit me last year at all? He just got done telling me yesterday that he thinks my plans for life are a joke, and that there's no way I'll succeed. The guy gives me no credit whatsoever, and tells me all the time how I'm irresponsible. I got extra money on a student loan so that I could buy my own food and school supplies, and if he goes with me he'll be telling me a bunch of nonsense all day about how he wants control over MY money because he co-signed. Well listen, Jack, the only way you have to pay that money is if I die, or get NO job whatsoever. And if I die, we've got bigger problems. I don't want him to have control over my money because I know he'll waste it on useless crap and I'll check my bank account one day and find $600 missing. Which will send me nosediving into a dimension of pissed off that God doesn't even comprehend.
All in all, this is the day I have been waiting for ever since I moved OUT 3 months ago, and it looks like it's going to be ruined. I'm going to go up there, arrive late, get chewed out by my dad all day, and have him set me up for financial ruin by slapping his name on my bank account so he can buy Copenhagan and beer with it when he needs money, which will automatically give me a stress headache and a panic attack, which I will combat by doing some serious drinking later on, and will cause me to probably be sick the next day and have a horrble weekend.
Cheers to the weekend, fellas. Maybe you can have a good one for me.
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Change is never a choice. You change, and you are who you have become. And there's not a damned thing you can do about it.
1. He is one of those hard-to-please types. Anything I do is completely wrong, because it's not the same way he would have done it. So the entire move in process would consist of him condemning me and every personality trait I have for being such an idiot all the time. Note that I managed to survive for 9 months in Columbus last year without his help, but I know this is what will happen. Because he's always right, and to him, I'm a dumbass.
2. He doesn't get home until over and hour after when we want to leave. Meaning I won't get to the school until at least an hour after I want to. This becomes a problem when I'm living in the basement, and you must take stairs to get to the basement. And when arriving an hour or two late would put me on the campus at the same time as nearly every other incoming student, you can see where having to navigate all of these people would be a pain in the *** . So I want to get there early, and if he goes, that won't happen.
And 3, Why does he have to go now? I don't get this at all. He never wanted to come visit me last year at all? He just got done telling me yesterday that he thinks my plans for life are a joke, and that there's no way I'll succeed. The guy gives me no credit whatsoever, and tells me all the time how I'm irresponsible. I got extra money on a student loan so that I could buy my own food and school supplies, and if he goes with me he'll be telling me a bunch of nonsense all day about how he wants control over MY money because he co-signed. Well listen, Jack, the only way you have to pay that money is if I die, or get NO job whatsoever. And if I die, we've got bigger problems. I don't want him to have control over my money because I know he'll waste it on useless crap and I'll check my bank account one day and find $600 missing. Which will send me nosediving into a dimension of pissed off that God doesn't even comprehend.
All in all, this is the day I have been waiting for ever since I moved OUT 3 months ago, and it looks like it's going to be ruined. I'm going to go up there, arrive late, get chewed out by my dad all day, and have him set me up for financial ruin by slapping his name on my bank account so he can buy Copenhagan and beer with it when he needs money, which will automatically give me a stress headache and a panic attack, which I will combat by doing some serious drinking later on, and will cause me to probably be sick the next day and have a horrble weekend.
Cheers to the weekend, fellas. Maybe you can have a good one for me.
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Change is never a choice. You change, and you are who you have become. And there's not a damned thing you can do about it.
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