Fucks sake. Asshat of a bus driver felt the need to comment, very loudly, on my arms.
That's all I fucking need, a bus full of people staring at me T.T
Is there something wrong with your arms?
Or is it just the typical emo badge of pride?
Anyway- Things that something. I still don't really know my dad. He was always there, and my mother and father are still married, but he's a hard-ass, and he put his work before everything else. Really, the only social connection my brothers or I got with him was when he pulled us out to help him work. And, at first, I craved the connection, so I'd offer to help whenever I could. But eventually things started changing, and I started to resent the work more and more. I tried to keep a social lifestyle, but, we lived about ten miles from town, where my friends were- not exactly a walk. During this time, my eldest two brothers were all at boarding school, so the principal role-model I had at the time was my elder brother. And he was the type who liked to read, and played computer games.
In fact, that's what started me down this whole path. A lot of times, I wanted to go out and play, but he was busy reading. So, one day I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. So I picked up 'Jingo' by Terry Pratchett, and tried that. I didn't really like it, and ended up getting a few pages in before dropping it. Next, I read 'The Dragon Charmer'. And that book was just great. Words bigger than I was able to understand at the time, and a truly horrific writing style- but- I was determined to read it through, so I did. It had some good plot points, from what I remember of it. Anyway, the third novel I ever read was called... I dunno. Something like 'The Eye of Ra'. And basically I read up to the part with the tits, and I have been hooked ever since. So, naturally, having my older brother and I embracing a more sedentary form of lifestyle, my dad couldn't really figure it out. So he kept pulling me out to work on the farm- a job I'd have done more readily now, but I was, yet again, young and impetuous, so I hated him for it. And because of that, I wouldn't work as hard as I shouldn't. And because of that, Dad naturally yelled down my throat. Time, and time again. If I brought a novel into the ute while we were preparing to go, he'd toss it out the roadside as soon as he saw me pick it up. The drive down to our secondary farm was a half hour of cold silence anyway, so I usually wanted to read. When I couldn't read, I slept- something he started getting up me for as well. Soon, we reached an impasse', and he barely took me out to work with him anymore. Something which made our relationship even more distant.
But yeah, so none of us ever really got close to him. To be honest, I just resented him more and more as time passed. And right now, I don't treat him as a father so much as an acquaintance. Hell, I most likely had a better upbringing than a lot of people here, but that was something that in my perspective has always kinda gotten me down, so I figured I'd say a bit about the matter. And to be honest, my war of laziness against my dad hasn't really gotten me anywhere anyway. Now that I'm old enough to appreciate where he comes from, I can more-or less relate to what happened back then. But really it was just a farmer father unable to cope with a young nerd growing up, and likewise. Which is sad.
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