Dads, on a personal level.

Gonna take this blog to a personal level.
Because even though I say a lot of things and I express a bunch of my opinions on the internet, some things I don't mention.
Like the fact that I hate my dad.
I'm so fortunate that my mom totally understands me and my cousin is always there. Because when it's those select hours of just me and my dad in the house, I just want to tear him in half.
He is the KING of awkward. And not like lovable awkward. Awkward in the way that he says something that he thinks is funny but I don't laugh, inducing awkward silence.
Like he makes jokes about he and his friends don't like Obama.
Dad, I LIKE OBAMA. I like what he represents. Change. Just because you're a republican and your son is a republican doesn't mean I am.
When I was little, I supported all his beliefs on everything.
Now, I'm educated.
Football > Basketball. Fiction > Reality. Music > Politics.
And my dad CONSTANTLY puts hints in how he's saving the family business money.
FUCK OFF.
I don't give a SHIT about the family business.
You're giving it to the boys and I'm moving to New York and never coming back here.
I'm so blessed I have the internet. When I'm not able to be on the internet, I sit on the floor of the room and don't do anything.
No joke.
Like I see John Green almost as a make shift Dad. The Doctor is a beautiful role model to me too.
Like my dad is always putting hints to do things, when he has two fucking hands to do them himself. Y'know how in The Idiot's Lantern, that dad goes "I. AM. TALKING!"
my dad. When Doctor just screams back "AND I'M NOT LISTENING." That's me in my head, all the time.
That and my dad is shitload over protective. Like we're friends on Myspace and Facebook and he follows me on Twitter. So I can't even rant about him except on Tumblr and here. And eventually he'll find these things too.
And the economy sucks and dad has high blood pressure and can't work more than like six hours a day and is only supposed to drink one beer at most but that doesn't stop him. And his anger just destroys things, and nobody stands up to him.
And y'know, whatever?
Like he always asks me what I'm doing on the computer and I tell him I'm talking to friends or watching Doctor Who, but he doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm not doing anything worthwhile with my life. Like the house is disgusting? You've got free time. You do it.

But y'know, whatever. At least I can get hot food and hot water whenever I want. At least I have a computer in my house. At least both of my parents are still alive and have work and talk to each other. At least I have a cell phone and an iPod. At least I don't have to work three jobs while going to school to help pay the mortgage.

Considering all the problems in the world, mine is tiny and minuscule and unimportant.

But they're MY problems. So they matter and affect me.

I just hope with all of my heart that John Green is the best fucking dad in the world.