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Is your father ashamed of you?

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Is my dad ashamed of me?

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Wait, I'm the only one who picked the third option. I mean, I know who the guy is, I just don't *know* him. Phone call at Christmas that sometimes I answer, sometimes I don't, and a birthday card that his wife picks out and sends.
 
MonkeyF0cker
My parents will never understand what I do. They thought I was crazy for moving to Vegas. They still think gambling is "bad" and have told me that they'd feel better if I had a "real job." Meh.
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my mother doesn't accept a single cent from me, if i buy her a mcchicken from the dollar menu and bring it to her she'll take out a dollar bill and pay me back for it. cause all my money comes from "bad", and she doesn't know half of it.

father, ashamed? nah, he would be proud of my lifestyle if he knew my action. don't talk to him, broke relationship w/ him yrs ago. fok him.
 
I love my daddy.

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Okay now here's a story for this thread:

One time when I OD'd on a certain drug and got taken to the hospital I had a strange reaction. I don't know if I burst a blood vessel in my brain or what but my whole personality changed. Normally I am very quiet and reserved but this particular OD made me very talkative about every thought that entered my head no matter how inappropriate. I was pretty messed up - although very happy. I ended up staying in the psych ward for awhile. Long story, but anyway . . .

The point relating to this thread is that, among the many thousands of things I blurted, I told my dad, "I love you," two or three times.

Man, I remember the uncomfortable look on his face.
 
Mudcat
Okay now here's a story for this thread:

One time when I OD'd on a certain drug and got taken to the hospital I had a strange reaction. I don't know if I burst a blood vessel in my brain or what but my whole personality changed. Normally I am very quiet and reserved but this particular OD made me very talkative about every thought that entered my head no matter how inappropriate. I was pretty messed up - although very happy. I ended up staying in the psych ward for awhile. Long story, but anyway . . .

The point relating to this thread is that, among the many thousands of things I blurted, I told my dad, "I love you," two or three times.

Man, I remember the uncomfortable look on his face.
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So you were trying to make out with your father after you OD'd? That's kind of gross, Mudcat.
 
I'm ashamed that I'm his son

I wish there were affirmative action in life for people who had crazy parents

I wish there was some way you could apply for that, and if you could establish that you were one of those people, through a variety of ways, then you would qualify for various affirmative action programs meant to help people who had messed up parents. Like grants to go back to school and stuff like that.

Sure many people would abuse the system and there would be rampant fraud but whatever I still wish it could exist
 
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I'm ashamed that I'm his son

I wish there were affirmative action in life for people who had crazy parents

I wish there was some way you could apply for that, and if you could establish that you were one of those people, through a variety of ways, then you would qualify for various affirmative action programs meant to help people who had messed up parents. Like grants to go back to school and stuff like that.

Sure many people would abuse the system and there would be rampant fraud but whatever I still wish it could exist
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What a say.

I wish there was too but you are right about system abuse - just like an assbag falsely collecting disability.

Still though this should 100% exist
 
Mudcat
Complicated question. We don't talk about feelings and deep things, my dad and me.

There is no doubt that I had a lot of promise and potential that I did not live up to. I went to U of Toronto with a full Astrophysics scholarship - I am supposed to be a rocket scientist. He would have loved that.

But I'm not a rocket scientists. I dropped out and bounced around warehouse jobs for 20 years. Now I bet on sports.

There are my addiction issues. I would like to think he is enlightened enough to understand that was not about me being a bad person. I think he gets that (although not as clearly as my mom).

He does not lay any trips on me whatsoever. He is a good guy. I don't know what's in his head. I don't think he's ashamed. Quietly disappointed, probably. But he likes me as the person I am now.

None of the poll choices really fit but if I had to pick one, I'm glad to say that #2 is it.
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Muddy, you haven't missed much. Jobs are tight, time on telescopes are tight, too many guys like that freaking shit!

I shoulda been an investment banker so at least I'd be snorting coke off high-class hooker's tits in the back of the stretch limo.
 
My Dad's about one of the smartest guys I know, but didn't have much to do with me while growing up. Deep thinking scientist type...and now I'm one. He wonders about where I'm going in life...and so do I.

...should have gone investment banker like a few of my buds in econ class. Fvk, I could still do it, I was always better in maths and fucking people over than those fvks. I can hear the call of the coke-snorting hookers.
 
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