Its 4:04 AM.
Technically fathers day, right?
I can't sleep, I messed up my sleep pattern. I probably won't be asleep for a while.
My mom has Don over. He convinced my mom to let me drive, even if I have no permit or license. He's okay.
Thursday night, I walked into my house from sitting in the front reading. I had on black shorts, a black tank top, and my red vans knock offs.
My grandma and papa stopped me on the stairs.
"Blank, you wear too much black. You're not going to be wearing black all the time."
"I can wear what I want."
"No. You can't. We're leaving to go to the lake tomorrow after your grandmother gets off work, and we get back Monday."
"So?"
"So, we're going to leave early, and get home early so we can sit in your room and go through your clothes and get rid of anything black."
"Uh, no. We aren't."
"Uh, yes. We are. Get rid of all the black and buy you some more colorful shirts."
"Have you not noticed that I never wear the clothes you buy me? I can dress myself."
"Obviously you can't, because we need to take control of this situation. Nobody likes how you dress."
"Okay, well, no. You aren't. Mom has no problem with how I dress, and Dad wears the same band shirts. The stuff I grow out of, I give to Kara. Sarsar bought me band shirts for my birthday and Christmas, and Aunt Erin got me my black jeans. You guys bought me six pink sweaters. That I never wear. Ever."
"We're still getting rid of stuff. Could you dress a bit girlier? You're getting confused as a guy, and with the weight you are gaining...and you're hair doesn't help."
"First off, no. You won't touch my shit. Ever. Second, I have a lot of black dresses, that I wear, and even my Avenged skirt. Third, I know I'm being confused as a guy, and you're talking down doesn't help. Fourth, the weight I'm gaining? Seriously? I've dropped twenty pounds, if you haven't noticed I haven't been eating much. And finally, I shaved my fucking head a year ago. Its not going to grow back length over night. So stop."
"It doesn't help that you dyed it that ridiculous color!"
"You aren't my parents. Mom said I could. So I did. Just step off, I have no place in this stupid house to be by myself, so leave me alone. Stay out of my room, dont touch my clothes, dont touch my music, dont touch my games, dont touch my books. Dont touch my stuff, in general."
I felt kinda bad, but this is the only stuff that I have left of my dad that doesnt piss me off.
"We will be talking to your mother about this."
"Do it. I dare you. See what she says."
They talked to her, and guess who keeps her stuff? Me.
I dont understand why they won't let me be me.
SECONDLY
It has been brought to my attention that some people do actually read my entries, and do actually care.
So, if you're reading this, and care, I just want to say, Thank you.
Just the fact that total strangers care about another stranger warms my heart.
Thank you, so much. I really brings a smile to my face.
:)
