pretty good song
Pretty lame song, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04Cq9Lz_BtM
I have to describe this mood.
I went to meet my two friends, and there were some spanish chicks, tourists, playing with the child of one of my two girl friends.
So I noticed that I didn't even bother to look at these hot chicks. My friend told me "look at how hot these girl are... " and how the child was picking up chicks... stuff like that.
Well, I didn't even look at the girls. There's no hope, so I am not even going to try. If you show me some prostitutes, and there's an agreed price, I'll go for it, if I am interested. I am not going to risk getting rejected or similar by women much younger than I am and who show no interest in me.
So the feeling I wanted to describe, introduced by this song, is a feeling of lost youth. A youth I never really experienced, because, due to my father, I was an adult ever since i was six years old. There was never any games allowed for me. I was supposed to work hard ever since I was in elementary school. I could never even celebrate anything, such as my birthday. No big gifts. Just symbolic ones. Mostly books and more stuff to work on, like strategy games... things to develop my intelligence. And in summer, there were never any real vacations nor long ones. There were summer schools, sailing courses, language courses... just learning and learning. Never any celebration.
I never felt close to those my age. I didn't feel close then and I don't feel close now. I was always different. I was forced to be different. And I was encouraged to despise them, being told that I was better and that I had to be much better, and that otherwise I would have been worthless. I was told also some contradictory things. I was told that I had to excel but that those who didn't excel and work hard were just as good as me. Maybe he was trying to teach me to outsmart people by being better while pretending I didn't despise them. I was taught to despise myself for being like them, but not to despise them for being how they were. Impossible request to fulfill, so I ended up trying to be the best, yet totally despising everyone around me who seemed superficial, disorganized and so on.
Lost youth and lost life, too. A life of hard work, without ever getting any reward. That's why I rejected this idea and I failed many classes since i was 14. This project for me was impossible to follow. I was never supposed to rest, never allowed to celebrate any achievements or successes -- I was just supposed to keep on working harder and harder, never stopping, and I couldn't even despise those who were being careless, having fun, being superficial... what kind of a life is this that my dad had and has in mind?
Many others had my same experience, but often they rebelled, and did what they wanted. For me... I gave up. I gave up on being happy. Like they say in the Catcher in the Rye, "I gave up looking, before I ever really even got started". I just thought I could not be happy. My favorite book:
"This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."
I gave up on being happy, since i was a teenager. And now I am just falling and falling, life is expiring, and I never had any fun. And my dad is still riding me, trying to keep me working, racing for him, like a remote controlled racing car.
Like, if I told him if it's ok to quit my job given that I make enough money from trading, he will definitely say that it's ok but only at the regular retirement age, which means that I am trading just as a pastime, and not in order to quit my job. Nothing will make him change his mind I think. As I said in other ways in other posts, my mother's plan for me is to see me die on the cross, like Jesus, and my dad's plan for me is to see me die for my country, or die at my desk, while working my ass off, just for the sake of it -- not for the salary or any type of reward. That's how they lived their lives: sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice -- even if in the meanwhile there's no longer any need for any sacrifice. One should feel guilty about wasting money, about enjoying it, about celebrating anything. No birthdays were ever celebrated in my family. No big christmas gifts. We were never a family in many ways. We were a bunch of co-workers.
TOM
Now you don't understand but, uh, your father has big plans for you. Now many times he and I have talked about your future.
MICHAEL
Talked to my father about my future? My future.
TOM
Mikey, he has high hopes for you.
MICHAEL
Well I have my own plans for my future.
Well, I didn't have any plans. My only plan was to not go along with his plans.
So I ended up at the bank. I wanted to do psychology, but he said no. I wanted to philosophy but he said no. I wanted to do movies, but he said no. None of these was a job. That's what he said. So I said "is political science ok?". He said yes, if that's what I wanted... after having rejected all my other choices. He was paying so I went for political science. I didn't feel entitled to choose something he didn't approve.
So I ended up at the bank. All the jobs I held he got them for me. I've been radiocontrolled by him until now. And I still won't dare to do otherwise. But there's financial issues, too. If I want to go live by the beach, that's his house. Can I pay for another house? Not at all. I can't even pay for a house in rome. I can't pay for anything. I don't have any money saved.
It would be contradictory to do things my own way if I depend financially on him. So it's only coherent that I am still being radiocontrolled by him. On top of it he qualifies as a control freak, so certainly he didn't encourage me to make my own choices at all. He later blamed me though. Yeah, he said "if you were positive about those ideas, you should have rebelled". Pretty depressing. So if I failed by following his advice, it's my fault because I didn't rebel. If I fail because I did not follow his advice, it's my fault because I rebelled. No wonder he also spent all his life criticizing all those around him. Me, my mom, his co-workers, relatives... anyone.
No wonder I prefer to be alone than with people. Or with children. I prefer being with people not fully developed, who can't really talk or think that much. Dumb/childish chicks, too. That's my favorite type of girl.
There's much more to say and to think about, but i wasn't writing an essay -- just venting out my daily dose of frustrations.
I like talking to myself, by myself. People... most of them it's better if they don't talk at all. They have little to say. They could just stay quiet. Can you believe there's people who spend half of the day talking about soccer? Are these people worth hearing? No. It's terrible. At the bank, if there's a new guy in the room next door, I try to get acquainted as late and as little possible, so to avoid having any conversations. I try not to look at people, so I avoid being asked stupid questions such as "how are you?" by people who don't care about the answer. I am so prejudiced against humans that i feel the fewer I meet the better. I don't want to meet new people basically, because I am pretty confident that it will be a bad experience.