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More dad crap
09.05.05 (8:09 am)   [edit]
"Nothing good can come from families."
--Ray Romano

I feel like listening to Alice Cooper's Freedom over and over again (except I think that's about the government, and not a parent).

I hate my dad.

How is this? He has given me an apartment, an education, a new bed, but I still resent him.

If he could just get off his morally superior high horse in his black-and-white little world where if you are not with him, you are against him (maybe that's why he likes Bush so much) and if he can't see it, it doesn't exist.

He's part Robert DeNiro in Meet the Parents, and part John Lithgow in Footloose (both also in denial and on morrally superior high horses).

Part of me wants to smash that denial bubble. Let's cut the crap. I'm tired of the lying and the bullshit.

But I can't.

The denial bubble is like Disneyland. Even if you haven't had the experience Jeremy and I did, most people over the age of 8 realize it's just an elaborate illusion. But at the same time you accept it. It's disappointing if the illusion is shattered because the ride breaks down while you're on it, you don't want to see just how fake and cheesy everything is with all the lights on as you walk through backstage and the hidden exits.

At least I don't complain about my mom nearly as much anymore.

Thank God for counseling (starting Wednesday, but hopefully sooner).

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