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silversolitaireMy dad can be quite stupid at times. Especially when he's acting stupidly on purpose.
Example: I ask him "Dad, are you logged into the network?"
This question had a simple reason. Two, actually. Number one being mere curiosity and number two being the fact that I was considering sending him a file, namely a painting I wanted his opinion on. However, since he was feeling bitchy right now, his answer was, "Yes. Why, am I bothering you?"
Now, this question of course is very stupid. Since unless he's downloading a HUGE amount of files and he'd totally block any internet activity because of that there is really no possible reason why the fact that he's logged into the network somewhere in the house, far away from me, could be bothering me. For some strange reason my father seems to be willing to believe that everything I say might have a hidden barb only meant to criticise or annoy him. I deeply resent that.
He, and some other people, may not realize that I'm quite an honest person, and most of all, I like to fight. No, that's not true. I don't really like fighting. But I do it when I have to. I seek confrontation to get rid of any tension that might inhibit me in my creative pursuit. I can't be creative when I'm bothered. So, if I really had a problem with him being online, for some strange and unknown reason, then I'd tell him quite frankly, just like I tell my brother that it sucks when he's downloading 24/7, thus slowing down the connection so much that I can't even download emails.
*huffs* Okay, so now that that's out of the way I can continue writing on my story. And I'm not going to show him my painting. Pfft. I don't need his opinion when he's like that.
Example: I ask him "Dad, are you logged into the network?"
This question had a simple reason. Two, actually. Number one being mere curiosity and number two being the fact that I was considering sending him a file, namely a painting I wanted his opinion on. However, since he was feeling bitchy right now, his answer was, "Yes. Why, am I bothering you?"
Now, this question of course is very stupid. Since unless he's downloading a HUGE amount of files and he'd totally block any internet activity because of that there is really no possible reason why the fact that he's logged into the network somewhere in the house, far away from me, could be bothering me. For some strange reason my father seems to be willing to believe that everything I say might have a hidden barb only meant to criticise or annoy him. I deeply resent that.
He, and some other people, may not realize that I'm quite an honest person, and most of all, I like to fight. No, that's not true. I don't really like fighting. But I do it when I have to. I seek confrontation to get rid of any tension that might inhibit me in my creative pursuit. I can't be creative when I'm bothered. So, if I really had a problem with him being online, for some strange and unknown reason, then I'd tell him quite frankly, just like I tell my brother that it sucks when he's downloading 24/7, thus slowing down the connection so much that I can't even download emails.
*huffs* Okay, so now that that's out of the way I can continue writing on my story. And I'm not going to show him my painting. Pfft. I don't need his opinion when he's like that.
