Parental Follies

Dad’s just gotten pissed at me for not taking the clothes out of the dryer and for leaving some dishes out.

Not that I blame him for getting pissy, but I AM DOING HIS FUCKING RADIO SHOW FOR HIM AT THE MOMENT.

Still, he’s right that it would’ve taken me all of 30 seconds to do the dryer.

BUT I’VE HAD TO DO HIS DRYER REMOVAL SEVERAL TIMES IN THE PAST WEEKS AND HE NEVER FUCKING COMPLAINED.

Further, when he leaves nasty dishes in the sink, [b]I[/b] HAVE TO DO THEM.

And, I’ve asked him hundreds and hundreds of times to clean the house BUT HE’S TOO FUCKING LAZY TO DO IT.

You see, my Dad is lazy and messy. Very much of both. If I showed you the home, you’d probably not believe it. I try to not be as messy. It’s hard being different from what you’ve been raised on all your life.

As such, my room is in a constant state of “cleaning up” whereas the rest of the home is in a constant state of “yeah, yeah, I’ll get around to it (but secretly I have no plans to move from my spot and I swear if you touch that one thing there it’ll ruin my whole state of finding things even though it already takes me two hours to find one thing I said it would take five minutes to find”.

Seriously.

I mean, come on… if you’re raising kids, you can’t live in a world of double standards and then perpetuate a notion that your standard of getting aggressive is justified even though you do the same thing. I mean fuck, I don’t get pissed at Dad’s laziness and messiness. It bugs me and it always will, but he won’t move from his spot and there isn’t a lot I can do about it.

But shit, he shouldn’t be fuming and throwing a hissy-fit just because he’s walked into his own double-standard folly.

So I just ignored him and finished off the radio show… FOR HIM.

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