by interestingword » Thu Apr 02, 2015 6:28 am
Dear Dad,
Have you ever heard of personal space? Because you're acting like you haven't. I understand you don't like how messy my room is, and want it cleaned, but it seems as if it never occurred to you that I AM WORKING ON IT.
Going up to my room on the weekend and shoving everything into a trash bag is not the solution, regardless of whatever thoughts got twisted up enough for that to make sense. It stresses me out immensely even when you mindlessly start picking pieces of paper off the floor while we're waiting for the snakes to eat. Is it your fault? No. I'm just constantly worried that some shred of information you and mom don't know about will suddenly be revealed own a scrap of math page that's been under my bed for years. It doesn't make sense, I know. But please leave me alone? I'm working on it. All I need to do is tidy up the corners a little, throw out some stuff- once the garage sale has come and gone, my room will be a lot cleaner, I swear. Seriously, please, just listen. The only way I even learned this is through mom, so be grateful that I got word ahead of time and can avert this disaster before it even happens.
Thanks for the respect, Dad.
-Your very, VERY aggravated teenager.
Dear dad (again),
I told you 27 times that her eyes were cloudy beforehand. I counted. Don't go saying "well, I didn't know!" because I answered you every time you asked for two weeks, "Simmons is shedding, her eyes got cloudy." What else did I tell you? When she ate. 31 times I helpfully informed you that she had eaten not last week, but the two weeks before. Is that so tricky? Just look at the calendar if you're that desperate to get an actual date. And excuse me, "I was 'actually' concerned"? Actually, as in you were more concerned than I was? How was I supposed to show I cared, by running around screaming about how there was a 50/50 chance my snake had a treatable health problem that we were working on fixing anyway? If you think I'm going to get a pet that I've wanted for seven years and just go "lol I don't care anymore" after a month, I'm not so sure you know me anymore. So don't ever, EVER bring that up as a reason to make me write things down. It isn't my fault you didn't pay attention the dozens of times I answered your questions over and over again.
-Your still irritated teenager whose ball python was perfectly healthy and is apparently apathetic for knowing it wasn't a serious problem
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interestingword on Fri Apr 03, 2015 4:13 am, edited 1 time in total.
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