Lots of things in life make me mad. Sometimes when things don’t go my way I get a little upset, often if someone cuts in front of me and causes a near-accident, I get a little miffed, if someone is blatantly rude to me, I will get annoyed. But one thing that makes me most mad is when people don’t consider the feelings of others and are selfish in their decisions.
Don’t get me wrong, on many occasions I find myself being selfish – whether it be eating all the good colored skittles out of the bag really fast so that no one else can enjoy them, or maybe doing a little aggressive driving myself, or even deciding what I want to do and convincing everyone that it’s the best available option because it is the activity that I came up with, therefore I think it is the most awesome. Yes, these things are all selfish, and I am guilty of them, but in general, I really try and look out for others, and my main concern is usually those around me, and especially those that I love.
This is why I am currently mad. I’m mad at my dad. I’m mad at my mom. And in retrospect, I am little pissed about life. I love life. I think that life is too short and every minute needs to be enjoyed to the fullest in case it ends abruptly. “Do what makes you happy” is the advice that I follow every day and it has never let me down. Anyways, this is why I’m currently mad at my mom and my dad.
First of all, I pride myself on getting over things very quickly. I think this ties into my “Do what makes you happy” philosophy, because if something is making me exceptionally sad, I need to get over it in order to get back to being happy, because as I just said, life’s too short.
This is why when my dad left us; I was able to move on so hastily. Originally, like the rest of my family, I was bedridden, not being able to consume food or get any rest. And after a week of this foolish behavior, I woke up one morning and asked myself what the fuck I was doing. Why was I upset over something I had no control? Why did I feel sorry for myself when my dad was the one who was missing out? I didn’t do anything that aided his decision to leave his family, so why was I sniffling and sobbing the days away (days I would never get back)? Upon this realization, I decided to move on with my life, get up and get dressed, and be there for those around me like my brother, sister, and mom.
This was the start of many issues that I have faced in my life that I have gotten over at an accelerated speed. I try and face life with a smile, and deal head on with the curve balls that it tends to throw me. I mean, not many other people can say that they have been born blue and not breathing, trampled in a fun run, stung by a scorpion, survived west Nile virus and (no surprise here) swine flu, been jumped and beat, had a rock fly through the car window and hit me while I was driving, total my car without a scratch, test positive for Lyme disease, and have a case of mitrovalve prolapse, just to name a few. I feel like the fact that I’m alive despite all these strange occurrences is reason enough to walk around with a smile on my face. And the fact that I have had all these near misses really enforces the “Do what makes you happy” lifestyle I try to lead.
So anyways, in response to my quick recovery from the shock of my dad just packing up his bags and leaving my house on a sunny October morning right before my birthday, I had to get my life in check in order to take care of those around me. Long story short, my mom was bedridden for months, and I took responsibility of my sister and brother – cared for them, cooked for them, made sure they had money for things they needed, and in general, tried to be there for them whenever they needed anything that they had no parent to turn to for.
So, that brings me to today, and the reasons why I am frustrated with both of my parents. To be honest, I would do anything for my brother and sister. If it made them happy I would do it in a second. I always wish that I had money so that I could buy them things and take them places, and allow them to be able to experience sweet things. My mom and dad don’t live by the “do what makes you happy” mentality, and instead of moving on with both of their lives, still, five years later, they torment each other, and all three of their children on a daily basis, by not giving the other person what they want. Like, come on, at this point, how old are you?! My mom would bend over backwards not to give my dad something, even if it is rightfully his, and my dad does the same; on a daily basis. And they are constantly putting us kids in the middle. Thankfully Christina and I do not take their shit at all, but Dan is constantly tormented by their never ending, “It’s my day to have him” bullshit banter. It annoys me because neither one is concerned in the least about what he wants to do.
For instance, today dad asked Dan to go to a Yankees game. Dan was of course gleeful, but his happiness was speedily crushed when mom called the principle and told him not to let Dan out of school early to go with his dad. Really mom? Was that necessary? Dad, in turn, calls Daniel and tells him to convince mom to let him go otherwise he would take Michael (his other woman’s child) to the game instead. Really dad? So, at age 16, fighting back anger and fury at both of his parents for being so immature, Daniel has to be constantly tugged around like an object and doesn’t get to go to the Yankees game. Do you think either parent thought about what he wanted before creating this whole ordeal? I think not.
So that is why I am mad at my mom, my dad, and life. Oh yea, I’m mad at life cause I wish I was rich so I could just take Dan to the Yankees game myself.
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