I've attempted to come to a conclusion as to why my dad does not respect me at all. It's probably because I've grown to encompass both an entirely different belief system and set of traits than of his. Without conscious awareness, he can't accept the fact that I've grown up to be so unlike him, and is irrationally angered by this. I assume he is, in fact, most likely irrationally angered because he had not set out to self-improve himself. He's not even aware of the fact that these modifications are necessary because of his self-righteousness and concept that his age and experience outdoes mine. Again, this is a ridiculous thought. If such years contributed to overall knowledge as a human, the negative traits that my mother constantly reminds him of would be near gone. I've come to think that all those years were empty years, devoid of contemplations and meaning. He has no heartfelt motivation to strive towards becoming a better person. In other words, he has never taken in account or developed my theory and guideline (Better?) to becoming a better person in all his years for the sake of humanity or even for his children. I can puke. The people who surround me the most often are my parents, and they do not even comprehend the fact that I have contemplations due to their logic that 'because we do not contemplate, a younger person could not possibly be capable of expressing even minor intellect in this aspect'.
Another point of frustration is the fact that every single point I attempt to make is misinterpreted by my father. By misinterpreting, I constantly need to reiterate myself, bringing my concepts and ideas back to square one. Eventually, a cycle is made and progress into understanding becomes inevitably impossible due to the mere fact that his irrational anger and emotion overrides any form of logic or rhetoric he was once capable of producing.
In a sense, I have to thank my dad for forcing me to hate so many aspects of his character. Because of everything I've grown to hate, I've grown to be everything he was not. As often as possible, I now judge rationally without the use of emotion, whereas he does the opposite. Because of him, I've grown to make myself a better person, day by day. I give equal ground to all things, and will only judge with adequate knowledge. I will never underestimate age, or discriminate due to statistics. I won't even yell at my dog, ever. Mom, save dad.
10 years ago
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