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24 October 2004 @ 12:32 pm
The story of my bathtub.  
If ever I have been emotionally torn apart, this is as good a time as any. It's morning and I don't want it to be morning. I want it still to be nighttime so I can curl up in my bed and sleep away it all. But hey, that won't happen, so I'll deal with it as it comes. I just needed someplace to put this down before I forget it all, which I don't want to do, but if I leave it, it'll happen anyway.

In any case, we come home from Jess's after going over there for dinner. As I had neglected to take a shower earlier that day, I proceeded to run the bath. I like baths. So I take baths. It seems reasonable to me.

Anyway, a few minutes later, my dad comes up and notices the water running. He proceeds to yell at me for taking a bath when he'd gone out of his way to install a new showerhead. I shower. I shower a lot. I didn't see a problem.

Apparently he did, with my bath-taking and continued to rant to me and lecture me and proclaim all sorts of punishments on me if I ever took a bath again. It was about this point that I got really mad. Thank you, but I would hope I would be able to decide how I want to clean myself. Apparently not.

In any case, as the bath was already half-filled, I didn't take a shower. Nor did I try an outright confrontation at that point. I just closed the door, took my bath, and tried to calm down.

It didn't sound like he was doing anything of the sort on the other side of the door since all I could hear was him yelling at my sister, and at my mom.

I got out after completing the bath-taking rituals. As soon as I stepped out, all I could see was my dad sitting at my computer, and reading my LJ and my MSN conversations.

I turn off my monitor for a reason. I minimize everything for a reason. That reason is I don't want them to see.

But no! This man just won't let my privacy be. Same thing goes with my mail. I recieve something from the AI Institute (art, btw), he'll open it, glance through it, and then chuck it in the garbage proclaiming "Trash."

I get something from MacMaster, he'll open that too, and then demand why there's nothing more than brochures. I demand why he opens my mail, and all he says is, "I'm your father."

Anyway, I was furious. But I left it be. I figured I would make mores sense in the morning when I wasn't so bloody tired. I walked into my room, and sat on my bed with a book. The next minute, I hear him yelling at me to clean up around my computer. I do it. I go in, pick up the things and I go back to my room.

(As all of his speech is in Chinese, it's hard to translate the same meaning when I'm typing in English, sigh. Why can't I remember Chinese? *kicks self*)

But anyway, "Get back out here and kneel down in front of me."

Yeah, it's a punishment in our household. Perhaps even a funny one, if you're looking in from the outside. But if you have your pride, it's bloody embarassing and it's bloody degrading.

Enough of that, I was still angry and I did not want to move from my room. After all, I had done nothing to start an argument with him. I asked him, "Why?"

I think the only English equivalent I can say that he answered me with would be, "I don't bloody well need to tell you why, just get the fuck out here." Except without the actual swearing because he doesn't swear. Often.

Well... no. Just no. I wasn't going just because he was acting childish and having a temper tantrum. Unless he gave me a reason, I wasn't coming out. I told him as much.

"You're sleeping in the basement. This room's too good for you."

I think the slew of thoughts in my head at that point all revolved around, Fuck you. I walked off, down the stairs, through the basement door, closed it, and down into the basement. (This, as a general rule, you can tell how mad I was because I am deathly afraid of my basement. Don't bother to ask why.)

So yeah. He would never have left it at that. Our big arguments usually come about in this way. He blows up at me, I blow up at him, he (usually) starts tearing apart/breaking my things, I yell at him, we reach a stalemate, then we both start calming down. I stay silent, he does the talking.

The same thing went for this time. But he said stuff that meant a lot to me. He noticed that I'd been trying hard, that I'd been trying so hard in school and so on and he told me so.

This doesn't happen very often you see when you're Chinese, and all you're ever used to is your parents putting you down as fat, ugly, stupid, lazy, and useless in front of other people because it's considered polite.

From someone who you usually think hates you, that's a lot I suppose.

Damn it, I think I'm too much like my father. Personality-wise especially. We're both mild until we blow up, and usually it's at each other. I'm stuck in this love-hate father-daughter relationship and if there's one thing we lack, it's compromise. Oh and communication. So really, nothing's going to change.

...

Bother. It's too bloody hard to pour out your heart when you don't ever, and then look back and see that you lack even proper words to express it all with. Stupid personal angst. Excuse me while I go drown myself.

*Angsty!Steph walks offstage*
 
 
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iriaca: icon-hydealmostkikoenai on October 24th, 2004 05:22 pm (UTC)
i understand where you're coming from because i'm chinese. but i can't say i feel exactly how you feel because every situation is different. but i get yelled at and verbally trashed about by my dad too.
its the asian mindset. that he gets the right to go through your stuff and tell you what to do or not to do, or what you are or not. its unfair, but sadly very true.
its hard for it not to affect you, it affects me too when things happen. even the slightest things. like, my dad is always drunk. he usually hurls cuss words at me when he's drunk. so even if he doesn't swear, i'd be irritated if he's just drunk.
but, *huuuuugs*. be strong, you have to be... try not to let him get to you.
*huuuggles*
Ryugoryu482 on October 24th, 2004 05:27 pm (UTC)
Its ok, b/c we all lack the proper words to express things. We all have personal angst and things to deal with, so don't think its stupid to feel that way.

Your father really shouldn't invade your personal space like that, that must be hard to deal with.
Ellelalalalaizuki on October 24th, 2004 05:58 pm (UTC)
That sucks. ^^;; I know my dad doesn't necessarily go through my stuff when I'm not there, but he does have a habit of popping up and standing behind my back and watching me do stuff on the computer. T_T
You shouldn't let it bother you, though. Even though I'm sure it does... so listening to me would be no help at all. ^^;
I'm so bad with stuff like this >.<

... *hugs* ^-^
Kagome: Far Away by SAPPHIRA_ANGELkagome_angel on October 24th, 2004 06:08 pm (UTC)
It's good that you typed this out instead of keeping it all bottled on the inside. When I was in ninth grade, I kept EVERYTHING on the inside, and I let it out on myself. I used to slit my wrists, my arms, my shoulders. Anything I could make bleed.

I am so sorry about your father. *Hugs tightly* He has no right to tell you how or when you should be taking a bath. At least you're keeping clean, damn it.

I know you probably had a great deal of trouble trying to type this out and express all of your feelings. There's probably things unsaid that you still want or need to say. The words will come when they are ready.

But, please. Just don't bottle it all up. It hurts a whole lot worse in the end. Take it from someone who knows.

*Hugs you again* Your dad's so... *can't even come up with the words*

It's just... awful...
hingama on October 24th, 2004 08:50 pm (UTC)
I really wish I had something at all helpful to say. Much loff and all that. *hugs*
talillama on October 25th, 2004 02:53 am (UTC)
I have no clue what to say ...

I'm sorry that he's such an asshole. It must be horrible being raised like that *hugs you tight* And ugh, it would drive me nuts if someone was to read all of my stuff like that. I've been lucky enough to have parents that have always respected my privacy, and I really do wish that I could give that kind of wonderfulness to everyone in my life who doesn't have it >.<

Gah, I have nothing helpful to say.

I'm glad though that he said he's noticed that you've been trying hard.

*hug more*
ceets: Royyy *licks screen*comettail on October 25th, 2004 06:11 am (UTC)
T_T I understand you've probably seen a lot of messages by now but I really do hope you're feeling a little better at least... Myself being Chinese have experienced/witnessed a lotta weird "degrading" things as well. :( I really wish these weird traditions die out... *hugs Steph*
jackijackichen007 on October 25th, 2004 06:15 am (UTC)
agh asian parents suck :( they just..UGH

dont' worry about it. parents can be assholes. just grit your teeth and fight through it and YOU ARE A STRONG PERSON!

fight the might! break out of the ridiculous traditions....:) you are so much of a better person! =)
Minakucureless on October 25th, 2004 10:30 am (UTC)
I totally feel for you, also being Chinese-American with the dreaded Asian parent. Chinese parents never make any sense to me, at least immigrants. But looking at your computer AND making you sleep in the basement AND kneel? Honey, I'm surprised you didn't go apeshit. I would have. You have muchos tolerance.
Melanie4am_secret on October 25th, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry :( I wish there was something I could say or do to help. If you ever need anyone to talk to, though, I'm limitless0night on AIM, k?