Someone told me once that no matter how much you learn, or how much smarter you might be than someone else, that the simple fact of the world is that sometimes you have power, and other times people have power over you. There’s really nothing that can be done about it. It’s like, a real paradox or something.
Whenever I meet a guy who I think will fulfill me, he does so for some time.
It is because I make believe the aspects that belong to him. I dream of him and so my dreams encourage me to keep faith in him.
That he is truly all that I see to be ‘Perfection.’
The mind DOES create its own illusion, which covers reality so plainly that you can hardly differentiate the two.
Until reality Finally hits you.
It is strange, the mind…
But the funniest thing is, it works according to how we want it to work.
Huh.
Sincerely submitting a demanded apology destroys you somehow. I’m certain of it. I don’t know why.
I feel much more comfortable being assessed and punished by the cold and authoritative force of law than being left to “bond” or whatever with family.
I have had no greater feeling in my life than the stage in which I showed my entire family a sort of nihility for their values and will to survive by no one else’s blessing.
At times, I wish it were easier to reintegrate into their world, but likewise, I refuse to be anything but my own person. Even die for that sense.
On the contrary, it refuses to ever allow one total control.
It only destroys your EGO, my friend. It does not destroy YOU. The ego belongs to the mind of your body. But it does not belong to YOU.
Your family are the only ones who will not judge you. That is why you felt as if you wished to reintegrate into their world.
You had no need to become something for them. For you knew no matter what their love would not come to an end. They would never step aside.
Death is simply ones attachment to the body and what relationships, personalities, or attributes belong to IT.
The mind belongs to the body, not YOU. YOU are the brain of the machine. YOU run it all. But it is not YOU. It is simply Run by You.
If he’s bothering you that much, perhaps you should throw him out of your house? After all, you pay the rent and utilities and taxes an food, etc… Just tell him that its your way or the hiway. If he doesn’t straighten up and show you the appropriate respect as the breadwinner (hard worker) of the family, toss him out on his ungrateful ass.
I would say that although he may be a complete dick, he is your father yet. Even if he is abusive, there are only few cases in which parents have been found to be CRAZY. We each think that those we love most are bullshit.
As I have learned, keep them close.
If you have ever felt pain after speaking with him, you have done something wrong. And it can be as simple as an ego leaking through.
The best way out of this is to become neutral with all. Do not attempt at changing anyone for it is so difficult to change one thing in yourself, like a simple habit. The attitude which your father holds is similar to what I have experienced. I am not saying you should ignore him. I am simple saying that whatever he does, wish well for him. For if you continue to wish him bad, he will never fix. At least in your mentality, if you are positive about the whole matter, he will be positive around you also. When out of the house, people are easily happy. It is because nature is positive and open. Inside homes, there is less space and a more stressful atmosphere. The way he is right now is the way he is going to STAY. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
And Kindness Kills, my friend.
The best of luck. For these things are neither easily understood or performed.
But Time and Experience have taught me that this is the only way out. Running from your problems will never get you out.
I used to be ‘daddy’s girl’ up until I was almost eleven. At that age, my dad and I formed a very strained relationship. My father’s side of the family saw me to be the ‘bitch’ of the family. He would talk shit of me to others. He was abusive at times. The entire family was extremely stressed due to my inability to keep my mouth shut when he started with me.
I remember how my brother was put in so much pain because of my father. Since a very tender age. I almost regret that I said anything at all. My brother is very contained and polite. Although he was somewhat tormented everyday.
I learned from him that although he had it ten times worse than I did, he controlled himself. And not because he was scared.
But because he felt it was the right thing to do.
I have, after several years, now formed a somewhat stable relationship with my father. We hardly acknowledged each other before, but I am now able to have small conversations with him.
I hope I have been help if any, Churro.
Being what I see to be a male, I feel it would be more destructive to you for your father to act the way he does with you, my friend. But I am sure anything is possible. Even happiness in such a strained environment. You just have to want it enough.
One day, you’ll be a man, and your old father will die, probably right in front of you, then you’ll feel like a real asshole. I’m not trying to be one now, but let me know how that all works out and tell me if I was right.