What's it going to take to get my dad to understand how jobs work?
Okay, you know, that's the wrong question. He doesn't care how jobs work. My brother has no intention of taking up a job, any job. He fully intends on living on at home and mooching off of my parents. Doth my dad protest? Nope, he does not.
Dad just doesn't want me to... uh, do anything, really. With my life. He would not be very disappointed, methinks, if I were to pop off suddenly. In fact, being able to blame me for my own death would be an excellent bonus, methinks.
What brought this on? Yet another early morning fight.
"Why are you working, I never told you to work."
Actually, dad, you wouldn't give me peace of fucking mind in college. You wanted me to drop out and start earning. So what salary did you think a drop out is going to get?
Oh, what's that? You want me to "live within my means?" Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Confined into a PG, subject to ridiculous bullshit rules, in fact, you'd probably be delighted if you could just shut me back in the ARS hostel and be done.
I cannot deal with anger anymore, so it just kind of ineffectually washes up at the back of my mind and eventually disappears.