Seems like a lot of people enjoyed the previous post. Seems like a lot of people like to read my rants haha. Hey, I’m a pretty damn cynical person, if you want me to complain about pretty pointless shit… (let’s face it people, every single one of our lives is pointless, we are all just little pins in a very, very, large hay stack) more often, then let me know, ok? I don’t think this post is going to be anywhere near as entertaining. It’s going to be more like, a little, sob story. Sorry dudes! But hey, they are what keep today tonight and a current affair running!
I don’t like having a digital cry, but, not even my boyfriend wants to hear about this stuff, so, I may as well put it out there on my blog and those who can be ceebs reading it may do so, and those who would rather spend their time on tumblr or something can skip right to the images.
Here I go…
Yesterday marked my youngest cousin’s second birthday. My auntie threw a birthday party for her in a pretty large park, not too far from my current place of residence. Regardless of what you may think, I do think of practicality when I get dressed… well, kind of. I wore these shoes because they’re probably the most stable compared to all the others. Plus, they look the most ‘casual’. My hair looked like total shit yesterday, oily, frizzy, usual non-curly, just kinky grossness. So, I opted to wear one of my wigs. I have to wear them sometime, right?
Sadly, yet unsurprisingly, this resulted in my dad having a mini spaz attack just before entering the party environment. The point of his freak out was to express how ‘paraxeni’ he thought I looked. Paraxeni is greek for, weird or strange. That’s partly the reason I don’t enjoy family gatherings to a certain extent. I’m pretty much the only person in my immediate extended family who is this way. You know with a, creative, imaginative, mainly… uncommon style. I’m the only one who doesn’t like house music, I’m the only one who likes fashion and other artistic related fields, I’m the only one who couldn’t care less about sport etc. Everyone else dresses pretty typically, which is fine, they can dress however they want. It just sucks because, my dad obviously thinks I look, ‘weird’ compared to them and has, numerous amount of times, told me how he wishes I was just like, a ‘normal’ girl.
I don’t think he realises how hurtful his comments are. I went through high school feeling like a total freak most of the time. I think it’s sad when, even your parents, are against who you are as a person. I mean, it’s fine when random strangers look at me weirdly, well… not really fine but you know, whatever, I can deal with it. It doesn’t feel so good when your own parents fail to support you though. It’s not like dressing this way is bad, I’m not harming anyone. It’s not self destructive, it’s just different, that’s it… different. Isn’t it sad that something that isn’t considered ‘normal’ can annoy people to such an extent? I get irritated when my dad tells me to be ‘normal’ As far as I’m concerned. I am quite ‘normal’. Despite a kind of, fucked up, upbringing, I finished school, went to Uni, graduated Uni, I’m going to get another qualification this year and then I’m going to look for a job, just like everyone else. I don’t see how dressing in an unfamiliar way renders me so different that I’m no longer considered ‘normal’. I think my dad has absolutely zero sense of style, and I find most of his outfits quite repulsive…
Haha, I can just imagine people from my family reading this and shaking their heads. But, you know, that’s my opinion, I don’t rub it in my dad’s face and make him feel like shit about it.
I guess it upsets me because, I looked up to my dad a lot when I was younger. He seemed smart and grounded, patient, kind and generous. I always felt quite rejected by my mother so I always hoped that my dad would accept me, and when he feels the need to tell me I look weird in a derogatory way, in front of other people, I feel rejected again.
I’ve tried really hard to please my parents. I used to cancel a lot of plans when I was younger. I had a tiny social life, and on the occasion that I’d get invited to a party here and there, I would often say no because I knew my parents were pretty strict and wouldn’t allow me to go out. I never tried or thought about getting a boyfriend, because I knew my dad wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was almost nineteen! I didn’t rebel at all, like other teenagers. I basically did everything I was told, so the fact that I’m still not good enough, because I don’t dress like everybody else. Well, yeah, it pisses me off. I just feel like, no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough, or accepted by my family. Sometimes, I feel like the only way I could ever satisfy them, is to become someone I’m not. Sigh, how depressing.
I wish they were less narrow minded. Does anyone else have this issue? I’m guessing I’m not the only one who has had arguments with their parents about the way they dress.
I think, when I’m older and I maybe, have a child of my own, I’m going to encourage her or him to be whoever they feel like they are, dress however they want to and pursuit whatever they’re passionate about. I think being different is a good thing, no one remembers those who simply follow the sheep.

I added these spike shaped studs to an extremely cheap bow tie I purchased via e-bay. It doesn’t look quite as omfg aye-maaaaaay-zing, as it did, pictured in my mind, buuuut, it looks alright.




Try to ignore my face, I was experimenting with different gif exclusive effects.
Oh before I’m off, I should address something. A few people with blogs on blogspot/blogger have been e-mailing me with complaints that they can’t leave comments on my blog. For some reason, blogspot often doesn’t seem to allow people to comment on wordpress blogs like mine. If you have a blog, use blogspot, want to comment but can’t seem to. Don’t type your URL in the URL box. Just leave your name and e-mail. If you would like me to visit your blog back, you may leave its URL at the end of your comment
WordPress might see the comment as spam, but I always check my spam, and if I find it, I’ll simply approve it as a comment and check back. I hope you’re all having a nice weekend.