I understand that I’m not the most muscular of guys. I accept full responsibility for that because, truth is, I’m lazy as hell. I could work out if I wanted to, getting “abs” wouldn’t exactly be hard because I have hardly any fat in that area anyway, but I still just can’t be fucked. Me not working out is definitely not saying I’m exceptionally weak. I work at a pool shop, I have to lift things – chlorine, salt, boxes, etc. However, my parents still seem to think I’m vulnerable. They also seem to think that I’m completely inept at taking care of myself apparently, because when I asked to stay in the city tonight they said no, be back home by 9pm. 9pm! Who the fuck goes out for the night, to come home at 9pm! Every single time that I go into the city they treat it like it’s my first bloody time. I’ve been in the city more times than they know! Because I have to lie to them sometimes to even get their bloody permission!
One of their arguments was that all the shops close at 9pm anyway. Lies! Lies and deceit! Some/most close later than that! And even when they do close, that’s not the end of the night! There are plenty of other things to do in the city when you want to! Sometimes it’s nice just being somewhere other than home, who cares if I’m not doing anything interesting? Not me.
They also think I don’t know the city very well, which I admit has some partial truths. But I’m not completely inept! Going outside of Queen Street isn’t exactly hard, I’ve done it plenty of times before.
I swear they watch too much news. Living in fear is not a way to live! It’s not like I’m hanging around in The Valley!
So that’s how my Friday night came to be ruined. Fuck my parents annoy me sometimes.
