Discussion in 'The Whiners' started by Flannelwearin'gal, May 25, 2007.
I said that I wanted to be a writter and the laughed. I hate the them
Of course you hate them, you are 13.
oh deeeaar lord. this is pathetic.
They don't think i can do shit.
I've have said 3 things i want to do and be and they either say no or laugh.
im tired of it.
they don't thing about what my reaction is going to be about what they say, they don't think things through, they don't think about if it will piss me off or lower my selfestem
im just tired of it
your young. if you really want to be a write, write until your hearts content. before you know it, you could be 18 and write some amazing stuff. just ambition. parents are normally like that about stuff...like that
there are worse parents out there
my old man knocked me out when i was 16... over an argument over who was a better team: the canucks or the habs.
of course, i punched him first.
haha and of course (again) i really like my folks, so who knows.
i remember acting the same way you did when i was 13...
you'll grow out of that phase.
my parents still laugh at the shit i wanna be and i'm 18. haha
At least you can talk to your mom without her finding an excuse to hit you or yell at the entire family.
I also hate your parents.
no offense, but most people dont become what they wanted to be at 13.. so they probably arent taking you serious cause in a month or a year you'll have a new craving. if not, well, get to writing. you'll only be successful if you get good at it, which can only happen if you do it a LOT
Who doesn't hate their parents and one point or another? That's life. At least you can talk to them. Although it wouldn't be so bad if you're parents were a little more supportive of you. If you like to write then write. Don't get discouraged.
I wish the fora still had reputation points.
You'd sooooo just have gotten a few from ole Meg.
That's not really a good reason to hate them...
Yeah, it really isn't.
But uh... having memories of your head being held underwater by your mom, and having to stand your father up with your grandmother while he's talking shit about you (unknowingly) and too drunk to piss, after cleaning up the blood in the living room from where he flew over the coffee table, ran into the wall with his face, and knocked his cold ass out onto the floor, may be. The other time it happened, I think I broke his thumb trying to get away... I was like eleven, then. Then I remember another time where I couldn't get up or anything, because he didn't want me to turn the radio down...
That's not half as bad as having your head split open by a coffee mug.
I just wouldn't want to be definate, but mental stress gets to me more than physical stress, to be honest.
I've got shit to do.
I mean, ffs, i wanna do work with some small leftish sect, and i expect to be laughed at.
Secretly, i really want to race formula 1 cars, and i tells ya, if people don't laugh at me for that, theres something wrong with them.
And anyway, hate your parents all you like, but I still love yer moma, and she still loves me if cha catch my drift.
Reputation points squared. That was just short of the exaggerated elbow nudge accompanied by "eehhh? ehhh???".
In other news, if you really plan to be a writer one day, first learn how to spell it.
nudge nudge, wink wink, know what i mean. saay no more, say no more.
Haha...you are just on a roll.
I can't be the only one.... no way
She wants to be a writter who hates the them
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