So, since my academic education is kind of in the air right now and I won't know if I'll continue or not (kinda depends on how I do the next round of exams) my dad asks me what I plan on doing if it doesn't work out. Would I enroll in a university back home?
And I decide to be honest and say no, because I've spent two years doing what basically amounted to nothing, learning nothing of value while paying a lot for it, so why the fuck would I give that up, only to take up the same thing, except, this time around I'd have you hanging around constantly reminding me that every moment I don't spend studying is a worthless waste of time, while also dealing with the total and utter chaos and idiocy that are the universities in this town. No, I'd much rather try my luck with any kind of job.
To which he starts making exhasperating sounds and all that pity shit and telling me what chance do I have finding a job or what job that would be and that I need to try harder with a university, no matter what it is.
That was all context, the real WTF is that this comes from a man who threw a small fit over me daring to switch courses because what the fuck did I do for the last two years if I'm willing to start from scratch again (which I wouldn't be).
So wasting time, money and nerves is ok if you suggest it, but not if it's something I choose?
Fuck.
You.