I seriously need to write something: a vent

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Okay, so my dad and I went to a Huddle House. It was raining today. Some snooty waitress gives me a chesseburger with lettuce and tomatoes; I specifically said "plain". My dad called me childish.

Later, we went to Red Lobster with my mom. We encounter a truly terrible waitress, and I was in an emotional funk at the moment. I was getting bad vibes. Just to start a conversation, I say: "I wish I could focus more on my writing and actually produce something."

Mom: Why not focus more on college instead?
Dad: You're procastinating!

I thought the lovely days of high school, those days ripe with emotional/verbal abuse and humiliation, were over. Looks like I was wrong. I told them I'm trying to focus on schoolwork. They egged me on. In the middle of the f*****g restaurant. Their advice to me: "Just write something, you little as*hole. With the attitude you've got, who gives a s**t if it's good or bad? Write the f*****g s**t!"

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Classy. Gotta love parents like that! Poor you. They clearly don't get it and that's the bottom line.

Is writing seperate from college? Writing to me is like having to write an essay (for school) - or are you trying to write a book?

Venting is good, and this is the safest place for it.

You were right about both situations. When a waiter brings you the wrong thing, you send it back.
That's what grown-ups and first-class citizens do. Grown-ups also care about the quality of their work.
The message they are sending is that they have no respect for you and they never will.

What is your two-year-plan or your five-year-plan to get out of there? Their attitude is not going to change until you go.
Once you’re gone, they’ll probably be nice to you on holidays, but that’s about the best you’re going to get.

Fiction writing is my obsession, and they're sick of it. They don't give a f**k about it. Hell, they don't even attempt to help me grow up. I happen to be nineteen. They are lazy, manipulative, violent, and snide. I have a theory that I was conceived because my dad was cheating on his first wife with my mom. Figures.

If things get any worse, I am seriously considering writing a manifesto on why I need help. I don't care if I have to go on Anderson Cooper or Dr. Phil to set things straight. These people are not even close to being parents.

You know, if I had been given up for adoption, I wouldn't be like this.

@the above poster: Not really. They seem to go out of their way to antagonize me, especially my dad. They have such a stranglehold on me, financially and psychologically, that I am at the end of my rope.

When I go to restaurants I almost always get a waitress who forgets to bring my extra butter until my potato is stone cold. If I send it back to get another the people I am with all say I am too picky but they too send their potato back if in the same situation. Somehow it is alright for them but not me. Hmm.

I am beginning to wonder if I am mute and deaf. When I speak I hear myself but others don't take note of what I have said and wonder why I get upset.

There isn't anything wrong with you, there is something wrong with your parents.