Dad: why doesn’t my child get up and doing shit? Me: Ha jokes on you, I never sleep, it’s three minutes before the alarm goes off, and oh yeah it’s all I can do to keep myself together which involves doing a lot of shit that you don’t get.
Dad: I get that my Mom is depressed but she needs to do it anyways. Me: Ha jokes on you, depression doesn’t fucking work that way just because it’d make sense doesn’t mean she can just deal and ‘do it anyways’
Dad: why don’t you just fucking open your mouth and talk? Me: because when I do you don’t understand and want me to explain things that you don’t have the ability to empathize with. Because when before I do you devalue and make everything I feel and think sound stupid and meaningless. Because communication is hard when you refuse to accept things outside of your life experience.
