Alexander Nicholi
what do you know about computing?
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- Age 27
- Research Triangle / Jakarta
- Seen Sep 22, 2024
Dear Anon,
Are you forbidden from telling me how you honestly feel, or are you just full of shit? I asked out of you one extradordinary favour that really ought to be expected out of a parent who's doing more than the bare minimum. I proposed you find a smaller place to rent and me find my own living arrangement so as to ease me into living independently, and to let me get up off of you. We both know it's more than plausible financially, and all you have is "no?" That you're doing so much as a parent as it is, doing, uh, what did you say... ensuring I'm not mowed over in high school? Is that all you have?
I'm also beyond exhausted listening to you explicitly fucking say each and every god damn thing you're going to execute with volumes upon volumes of unnecessary warnings and preparations. I'm sick of watching you ingest Spectrum Magazine like a parenting text book. I have seen those dribbling idiots, and I am not them. They are unassertive, docile, and lack charisma and furthermore are missing loads of further thought. They are regular. I am not. I have despised all of these labels and categorizations you've taken advantage of for petty social and monetary gain at my expense. I am not special because doctors say I am, I'm not unique because of some garbage self esteem movement. My Autism is negative points on my profile in reality. I am unique for much more logical and straightforward reasons than you ever admit, and I'm frankly tired of your behaviour towards me. You're irrational, and rude at that. This is what's called setting me up for failure - and I'm intelligent enough to realize I'm going to have to catch up in my twenties where you failed miserably. It's ludicrous that I have to actively fight your counterproductive parenting.
Above all else I'm tired of your shit-eating negativity being plastered into me to have it runneth over into other more important facets of my life. PC shouldn't have to deal with me being angry over something small and irrelevant all the time, saying stupid shit because I feel like shit. That's you.
Are you forbidden from telling me how you honestly feel, or are you just full of shit? I asked out of you one extradordinary favour that really ought to be expected out of a parent who's doing more than the bare minimum. I proposed you find a smaller place to rent and me find my own living arrangement so as to ease me into living independently, and to let me get up off of you. We both know it's more than plausible financially, and all you have is "no?" That you're doing so much as a parent as it is, doing, uh, what did you say... ensuring I'm not mowed over in high school? Is that all you have?
I'm also beyond exhausted listening to you explicitly fucking say each and every god damn thing you're going to execute with volumes upon volumes of unnecessary warnings and preparations. I'm sick of watching you ingest Spectrum Magazine like a parenting text book. I have seen those dribbling idiots, and I am not them. They are unassertive, docile, and lack charisma and furthermore are missing loads of further thought. They are regular. I am not. I have despised all of these labels and categorizations you've taken advantage of for petty social and monetary gain at my expense. I am not special because doctors say I am, I'm not unique because of some garbage self esteem movement. My Autism is negative points on my profile in reality. I am unique for much more logical and straightforward reasons than you ever admit, and I'm frankly tired of your behaviour towards me. You're irrational, and rude at that. This is what's called setting me up for failure - and I'm intelligent enough to realize I'm going to have to catch up in my twenties where you failed miserably. It's ludicrous that I have to actively fight your counterproductive parenting.
Above all else I'm tired of your shit-eating negativity being plastered into me to have it runneth over into other more important facets of my life. PC shouldn't have to deal with me being angry over something small and irrelevant all the time, saying stupid shit because I feel like shit. That's you.