Apparently I'm just having a bad day today.
I watch Attack of the Show on G4 every afternoon. I was particularly excited to see today's 420 special, especially because I had a rough day at school (see previous post) and because I got cut off 3 times while driving home. Now I won't elaborate on my opinions about marijuana, but I'll just say that I support it's use, both medically and for recreation. So I was pretty intent on watching the show.
On a typical day, I'll be relaxing on the couch for a while after I get home, watching tv. When my dad comes home, it doesn't surprise me that he never greets me. That's just how we work. So today we each go about our business as usual, and he walks through the living room while I'm watching AOTS. At the time that they were talking about Cheech and Chong--my dad decides to tell me a story from his time in the Navy:
"One time on the ship the crew had 'Up in Smoke' playing. The movie played for about 20 minutes, then went black. Next thing we hear is the Captain over the loudspeaker, 'I ain't having any of that shit on my ship.'"
And then he promptly walked out of the room.
Ok, I get that you have your opinions. That's fine. But I really think that was inappropriate. Sure, that thought played through your mind, but you really didn't have to voice it. And is that really the first thing you'd want to say to your daughter all day? Of course you didn't know that I had a bad day, nor that it was starting to get better until you made that comment. That's forgivable. But saying that "this stuff" is "shit" is a bit much, even if it was a direct quote.
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(sappy introspection section....you've been warned!)
After losing my boyfriend and my best friend, I realized that I never really knew what I liked. (No, they didn't die. My boyfriend dumped me and my best friend simply stopped talking to me--I'm sure I wrote about my problems with her on here.) There were things I enjoyed of course, but I feel like my fondness for those things only went so far. After that point I only kept at those things to fill some sort of expectations others wanted for me. I did what they wanted to see, not what I truly wanted to project.
So I've been pretty much alone since December. Well, alone is a relative term, I guess. There are people around that I talk to. And I've always been a quiet person who would rather have a few close friends than a lot of acquaintances anyway. Anyway, I've had some time to think. I've realized that my interests parallel the interests of this site. I love 'alternative' beauty--tattoos, piercings, and funky hair; I love seeing the beauty in nudity and being open about sexuality. And with all the groups here, I can find other people that are into every little thing I am, including my nearly-obsessive attraction to Doctor Who.
To sum things up, I'm very thankful that I've joined SG. The community here has really helped me through this tough period that I'm going through.
I watch Attack of the Show on G4 every afternoon. I was particularly excited to see today's 420 special, especially because I had a rough day at school (see previous post) and because I got cut off 3 times while driving home. Now I won't elaborate on my opinions about marijuana, but I'll just say that I support it's use, both medically and for recreation. So I was pretty intent on watching the show.
On a typical day, I'll be relaxing on the couch for a while after I get home, watching tv. When my dad comes home, it doesn't surprise me that he never greets me. That's just how we work. So today we each go about our business as usual, and he walks through the living room while I'm watching AOTS. At the time that they were talking about Cheech and Chong--my dad decides to tell me a story from his time in the Navy:
"One time on the ship the crew had 'Up in Smoke' playing. The movie played for about 20 minutes, then went black. Next thing we hear is the Captain over the loudspeaker, 'I ain't having any of that shit on my ship.'"
And then he promptly walked out of the room.
Ok, I get that you have your opinions. That's fine. But I really think that was inappropriate. Sure, that thought played through your mind, but you really didn't have to voice it. And is that really the first thing you'd want to say to your daughter all day? Of course you didn't know that I had a bad day, nor that it was starting to get better until you made that comment. That's forgivable. But saying that "this stuff" is "shit" is a bit much, even if it was a direct quote.
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(sappy introspection section....you've been warned!)
After losing my boyfriend and my best friend, I realized that I never really knew what I liked. (No, they didn't die. My boyfriend dumped me and my best friend simply stopped talking to me--I'm sure I wrote about my problems with her on here.) There were things I enjoyed of course, but I feel like my fondness for those things only went so far. After that point I only kept at those things to fill some sort of expectations others wanted for me. I did what they wanted to see, not what I truly wanted to project.
So I've been pretty much alone since December. Well, alone is a relative term, I guess. There are people around that I talk to. And I've always been a quiet person who would rather have a few close friends than a lot of acquaintances anyway. Anyway, I've had some time to think. I've realized that my interests parallel the interests of this site. I love 'alternative' beauty--tattoos, piercings, and funky hair; I love seeing the beauty in nudity and being open about sexuality. And with all the groups here, I can find other people that are into every little thing I am, including my nearly-obsessive attraction to Doctor Who.
To sum things up, I'm very thankful that I've joined SG. The community here has really helped me through this tough period that I'm going through.