To Dad.

To Dad:

You think you know every single thought I have, every single thing I do. Don't you, Dad? Don't plant words in my mouth that I have never, and never will say. Like, I read that NLP book you asked me to, yesterday. It said, there are three filters in our human brains, deletion, distortion and generalization. You've deleted the good things I've done to nag at me, distorted your own view of your own son, and generalized me to the status quo of being like every other teenager. You yourself said, that there is the generation gap. And yet, you act like you've never said it before. Being hypocritical doesn't make it better, in fact it makes it worse. I was silent and holding back tears in the car today. That is why I insisted on following Mom to work and taking the LRT to school. Because, apparently you don't read the signs clearly enough, that I don't want to hear this now. Crossed arms, head down and looking out the window should say enough. You say you're tired of repeating this over and over again, well then, don't. I've already done more than I have before, but you just don't see that. This sounds kind of harsh, but you'll never see this. So, here. Here you have it. Here it is. Love you dad, but. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, stop the life lessons that we've both grown bored of. -B.