I hate talking to my dad. He’s bluepilled, dull, and has shockingly terrible advice considering how much life he’s experienced.
He was talking to me earlier about how
>Life is really hard, but you just keep going
Which I found hysterical because 90% of his problems in life were of his own choice, and 90% of my problems in life are also his fault.
>He chose to marry the shortest, fattest, meanest, most prudish woman he could find (He liked her for her purity, which, once married, translated to lame, infrequent vanilla sex forever and a weird guilt complex towards sex despite being married)
>He’s the one that decided to stick it out with my mom despite them wanting a divorce literally the first year they were married, but decided against it because of religious values or whatever
>He’s the one that decided to have kids despite saying he never wanted kids
>He was always tight on cash despite making great money since he was 22 because he couldn’t make good financial decisions and mom couldn’t stop spending
>He chose to adhere himself to weird, cultish Puritan values that basically glorified making yourself miserable and never enjoying life and working yourself to death for nothing
>He chose to circumcise all his kids (except my sister teehee) despite having no real reason to whatsoever
>He chose to be an overworked, holier-than-thou, GOP “Christian” with no friends that nobody wanted to be around (my parents had no friends that weren’t just the parents of my friends) (They’d often talk shit on other adults for being bad Christians and doing fun shit like getting a little tipsy at the pool)
>He admits that his dad was a rude, arrogant asshole that nobody liked (not even grandma), but also modeled his entire parenting model off his dad (My dad liked using grandpa’s saying, “If you got a problem with me son, put on some gloves and we’ll go a few rounds.” Yeah dad, beating on your kids is the best way to make them respect you.)
I emphasize with him because he had a shit dad and was circumcised, but he also repeated that shit on his kids for no reason. Plus he had shit way better than me. He’s a 6’1” athlete and body builder that has made great money his whole life.
He’s literally the
>6’0”
>6-figures
>6-pack
>6in
Meme, and the best he could do was a 5’0”, obese woman with a God complex. I know guys with worse stats married to 10s.
In fact, my dad only dated one woman before my mom. He dated an actual model in college, but she cheated on him with his fraternity brothers. He always beats himself up because he fucked her and wasn’t a virgin when he married my mom, as if women give a fuck about a man’s virginity. He called it
>A man’s greatest gift
And he gave it away. Because women just love virgin men. My mom even admits she liked my dad because he was a stud. Besides, my dad lost his virginity to kniferape as a baby, so who cares?
Anyways, my dad’s in his 60s and still hasn’t figured out that life is just about the experiences you have and who you spend it with. He still acts as if he’ll someday be rewarded for working himself to death, or for never getting a blowjob from his wife, or for having no friends, or for avoiding the fun parents that would have Barbecues while sipping margaritas by the pool. Like there has to be some prize at the end for all the shit he missed out on and never having fun.
This is the thing with American Evangelicals. They act like there’s some reward to living a shitty, dull life and never doing fun shit. My dad had no hobbies. He didn’t go on vacation with friends. He just worked, went to church, and complained. He believed it was a man’s sacrificial duty to be a good father and a good husband, not realizing that some men actually like their wife and kids and enjoy being a father and don’t do it as an act of penance.
Basically, I want my inheritance now.
Rant Over. I don’t expect anyone to read this, but I had to get it off my mind.
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