Think people

[dramaturgy]

Before you joke about shooting yourself, think. Think about how maybe a person in the chat room has maybe thought seriously about it, and think about how maybe a person in the chat room has lost somebody they loved like a sister because she did precisely that. Shot herself. Just think about your comment for three seconds before you open your mouth.

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Before you joke about shooting yourself, think. Think about how maybe a person in the chat room has maybe thought seriously about it, and think about how maybe a person in the chat room has lost somebody they loved like a sister because she did precisely that. Shot herself. Just think about your comment for three seconds before you open your mouth.

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I am sick of being a trophy daughter.

When I was at the academics ceremony earlier this month, I was being honored for my academic achievement, which this year, has been slim. I thought I was to receive a letter, and rather than my parents saying, "Congratulations on a good job!", I get, "Why didn't you get a letter?"

Tonight I was at the Fine Arts banquet. Now, I know my mom's got it rough right now, but honestly, does that give her a right to take it out on me? Thought not. So I sit with some friends, and after everything, I have one letter for choir, and one mini-letter for flags. Instead of, "Good job on the letters!", I get, "What happened to a band letter? And speech?" DOES SHE FUCKING KNOW HOW HARD IT IS EVEN FOR SENIORS WHO'VE DONE IT ALL FOUR YEARS TO GET A LETTER? Jesus criminetly.

Comments

[nostrademons.livejournal.com]

Yep, I know all about the whole trophy-child thing. Not fun at all...

I remember when I took the SATs in 7th grade. Got a very respectable score (1350) - enough to get me into my current college. The first words out of my dad's mouth were "It's not perfect." Goddammit, 12 year olds do not need perfect SAT scores.

Now, whenever he's talking with old friends/relatives, it's always about my college courses or math competitions or stock options...all the things parents brag about their kids. Annoys the hell out of me.

So yeah...parents do annoying things like that...and I guess there's really nothing we can do about it...though an occasional lashing-out might be helpful ;)

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[dramaturgy.livejournal.com]

Meh. Problem is with lashing is that then they twist all my words so I look like I'm being insubordinate and disrespectful and acting like a child when all I'm trying to do is get myself heard. And being treated like I'm sixteen going on seven is NOT fun.

Either that, they send me to a shrink. They started getting into it a couple years ago, thought maybe they'd start acting like five year olds and try to rip our family in two, I wreck the DE car, and I get sent to a shrink. What. The. Hell.

[of-evangeline.livejournal.com]

I go through the same thing every year. And I also don't think they realize the kind of pressure they put on us by expecting us to top last year's achievements every single time. It's so stressful and just plain not fun. *huggles* Congrats on the letters.