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brandyt3747
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Anyone who recognizes this name knows, I don't exactly have the.. Most fun in life. Trust me.
Today I decided to visit my father, who I haven't seen since December. Thought it'd be nice to say hi, maybe see how he's doin or whatever. Whatever.
I get there, we talk for a while and he cracks a joke about my sister. Normally, I laugh about jokes dealing with my sister. The thing is, she's gay. Me and her joke all the time. I love her, she's my sister, you know? My father on the other hand, hates the fact she's gay. Ironically enough, he also hated the thought of her kissing a guy, so you can imagine what kind of a father we share.
Anywho, he didn't just crack one of those harmless jokes that me and my sister laugh about. No no no. It was one of those mean spirited, intended to brutally insult her had she been here kind of jokes.
I simply ask "Dude, don't say that around me. Whatever is going on between the two of you is one that, but don't say that shit around me, please."
Exact words, or at least pretty damn close. He just rolls his eyes, and I decide that if he tells two or three more like that, I'll make up an excuse and leave.
So we talk for a few more minutes, and my father gets the bright idea to tell four or five of the jokes, all back to back. As if it would make it better than if he had just told the one I guess. I look at the clock, stand up and say "I gotta get out of here."
Then he went crazy. And I'm not talking roll-poop-into-balls crazy, I'm talking turned-into-a-moron crazy. He stands up and says "No you're not."
I turn around, thinkin he's just tellin one of his dumb jokes again.
"Excuse me? Yeah I am."
He tries to get in my way, and I just, you know, move quicker towards the door. So in his stupidity, he figures hitting me in the back of the head is the brightest idea he can come up with.
For the record, I'm 20 years old. By no means do I think I am the most mature person in the world, in fact I know I'm not. But this? This took the cake for childish acts as far as I'm concerned.
I try to move closer to the door, pretending my father hadn't just punched me in the back of the head. He does it again. I turn around, use a Muay Thai (I train in Muay Thai) headlock on him, knee him in the face, let him drop to the floor, walk to my car, and drive the fuck off.
And here's the part that really sucks.
I feel bad about it.
There are a billion different ways I could have handled that.. I didn't have to drop him. I feel so fuckin stupid for doin it. There's already a rift between me and that part of my family, and I know I just made it that much worse by doing that to him.
Usually I'm a very mellow person, and in fact only took up Muay Thai because it was helping me get over the bullshit I usually deal with by letting me concentrate my energies into something positive.'
I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen with me and him anymore... I just needed to get the shit out of my system.
Today I decided to visit my father, who I haven't seen since December. Thought it'd be nice to say hi, maybe see how he's doin or whatever. Whatever.
I get there, we talk for a while and he cracks a joke about my sister. Normally, I laugh about jokes dealing with my sister. The thing is, she's gay. Me and her joke all the time. I love her, she's my sister, you know? My father on the other hand, hates the fact she's gay. Ironically enough, he also hated the thought of her kissing a guy, so you can imagine what kind of a father we share.
Anywho, he didn't just crack one of those harmless jokes that me and my sister laugh about. No no no. It was one of those mean spirited, intended to brutally insult her had she been here kind of jokes.
I simply ask "Dude, don't say that around me. Whatever is going on between the two of you is one that, but don't say that shit around me, please."
Exact words, or at least pretty damn close. He just rolls his eyes, and I decide that if he tells two or three more like that, I'll make up an excuse and leave.
So we talk for a few more minutes, and my father gets the bright idea to tell four or five of the jokes, all back to back. As if it would make it better than if he had just told the one I guess. I look at the clock, stand up and say "I gotta get out of here."
Then he went crazy. And I'm not talking roll-poop-into-balls crazy, I'm talking turned-into-a-moron crazy. He stands up and says "No you're not."
I turn around, thinkin he's just tellin one of his dumb jokes again.
"Excuse me? Yeah I am."
He tries to get in my way, and I just, you know, move quicker towards the door. So in his stupidity, he figures hitting me in the back of the head is the brightest idea he can come up with.
For the record, I'm 20 years old. By no means do I think I am the most mature person in the world, in fact I know I'm not. But this? This took the cake for childish acts as far as I'm concerned.
I try to move closer to the door, pretending my father hadn't just punched me in the back of the head. He does it again. I turn around, use a Muay Thai (I train in Muay Thai) headlock on him, knee him in the face, let him drop to the floor, walk to my car, and drive the fuck off.
And here's the part that really sucks.
I feel bad about it.
There are a billion different ways I could have handled that.. I didn't have to drop him. I feel so fuckin stupid for doin it. There's already a rift between me and that part of my family, and I know I just made it that much worse by doing that to him.
Usually I'm a very mellow person, and in fact only took up Muay Thai because it was helping me get over the bullshit I usually deal with by letting me concentrate my energies into something positive.'
I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen with me and him anymore... I just needed to get the shit out of my system.