Why am I so stupid?
Every time my dad asks me what my agenda is, my idiot brain empties, because he has an ulterior motive, and wants to hear that my schedule is wide open to accommodate him.
Today was no exception.
Today, I had plans to put things on Craigslist that my mom wants to sell, and finish decorating the exterior of our house with lights before it actually becomes Halloween and we've got nothing. Not much to remember, but my stupid brain spaced it. Then, when I finally did find the words to tell him what I was thinking, it really didn't matter. Because all he heard was that I was free to drive him around and do whatever.
And so, after I told him what I had planned, I left the room to start preparing to do what I told him I was doing, and when I came back, he told me to pack our insulin so we could get on the road.
This isn't the first time he's done this. It's not even the 10th. It seems like every time we have a discussion, and we have two different agendas, he lets me tell him my opinion or my agenda, and then completely dismisses it.
So in response, I did the least productive thing I could possibly do. I threw my $90 mini projector on the ground and stomped it into a million pieces.
Because I'm a fuсking stupid piece of ѕhit like that.
Today was no exception.
Today, I had plans to put things on Craigslist that my mom wants to sell, and finish decorating the exterior of our house with lights before it actually becomes Halloween and we've got nothing. Not much to remember, but my stupid brain spaced it. Then, when I finally did find the words to tell him what I was thinking, it really didn't matter. Because all he heard was that I was free to drive him around and do whatever.
And so, after I told him what I had planned, I left the room to start preparing to do what I told him I was doing, and when I came back, he told me to pack our insulin so we could get on the road.
This isn't the first time he's done this. It's not even the 10th. It seems like every time we have a discussion, and we have two different agendas, he lets me tell him my opinion or my agenda, and then completely dismisses it.
So in response, I did the least productive thing I could possibly do. I threw my $90 mini projector on the ground and stomped it into a million pieces.
Because I'm a fuсking stupid piece of ѕhit like that.
