I get this really annoyed feeling whenever my Dad asks me about something I should be doing. I get annoyed when Mom asks too but Dad is more apt to ask in a way that pisses me off so very much. It started in Jr. High where after school I'd sit down at the TV because everyone knows the good shows are on right after school. Both of the parents of course assumed I wasn't getting anything done or I was forgetting what "school" was and that "homework" was a very important part of this "school" thing. Of course, no teenager is going to forget that they have homework, even if they forget exactly how much they have or what they have but they won't forget they have it. It got to the point that instead of their "reminders" and "questions" HELPING me to get my homework done I became rebellious, as teenagers will do and wouldn't do my homework if they "asked", aka REMINDED ME, about it. Worst possible idea but I did it anyway and they didn't realize what was happening or did and didn't learn. I am now a college graduate looking for a job and writing stories that I hope I can get to a point where I can send out and some day get them published. /fingers crossed/ Here comes the problem. I don't have a job, so I don't have a place of my own which means I still live with my parents which means they still "ask" about things. One big thing is the JOB thing. Which I look for every day sometimes two times a day and many times I fill out online applications and such. This, of course, they don't see which means it can't possibly be happening ever. So they ASK about it. So, the next day I don't look for jobs because they ASKED about them. One day is plenty for that so I go on to look, I wish they would just assume I know that I HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO GET MONEY which, of course, I do and leave me alone. They obviously don't think I ever want to move out and that's why I'm not getting a job. OH HOW WRONG THEY ARE. I want to get out of this house and away from the parents so very bad I am going to be sending an application to a summer camp and I'm actually hoping I really get the job, why? It's in NORTHERN MICHIGAN HALF OF THE US AWAY FROM THEM.
Also, stories. Dad asks me "are you writing" see? He doesn't even PRETEND he actually wants to KNOW about my stories just to REMIND me I must write something if I want to become an author. I have so much anger for him right now because that is what he did not half an hour ago. Came upstairs for the trash, asked if I was writing, I made a noise and he got all pissy. WONDERFUL. I'm only writing this because I'm pretty sure all my friends are tired of hearing me rant about the annoying things. Also, I wanted to actually get writing a page a day but haven't done so in... probably a week. I feel unproductive and lazy. Which I'm not, I've been busy doing things during the week... just not things that can be MEASURED. That is all.