I really don't get on too well with my dad. Now a lot of people think I complain too much, so this is the kind of shit I have to put up with:
1) He makes me go to bed at 10:00, which is way earlier than when any of my friends go to bed. On weekends it's 11:00. But he doesn't let me sleep in on weekends, he says that's lazy.
2) He searches my room when I'm out. I know he does this because I set up traps in my room that give it away whenever he does a search. I haven't confronted him though, because at least this way I know exactly where he searches every time.
3) He never knocks on my door when I'm in my room. If he has something to say to me he just barges into my room at a seconds notice like something out of the Nazi conquest of France.
4) He makes me spend loads of time doing excercise. When I go to school I have to cycle rather than take the bus, which I don't mind too much. But if it's a day off for me he'll make me go out for a run or a long cycle. He'll make me use a pedometer or a cycle computer to measure my distance and he times me. He hates the idea of me being unfit and lazy, but the way he excercises me really tires me out. Of course, he says it's good because it toughens me up.
5) He makes me keep my hair in a crewcut even though he knows I want long hair.
6) He gives me the inquisition whenever I go out anywhere. He always asks a barrage of questions about where I'm going, who I'm going with, ect. Pisses me off.
7) If he punishes me for something he'll make me do push-ups or other pysical excersises until I drop.
8) He gives me grief over my clothes. He doesn't let me wear baggy jeans. And with my school uniform, a lot of guys have got away with wearing combat trousers, even though they're technically not supposed to. I wanted to go to school wearing black combats but he stopped me at the door and made me change into my school trousers.
9) He made me join the air cadets. For Americans who don't know what it is, it's an air force controlled youth group. I don't like it because I have to march around and wear a uniform that I hate and spend loads of time polishing my parade shoes. But there's no way he'll let me leave.
It makes me so mad sometimes that he can just treat me like shit and there's fuck all I can do about it. Do you think my dad's an assole, or am I whining?
