WAAAAAAAHHHHH! My life was tough, boo-hoo! Let me write to a stranger on the Internet and cry about it, waaah!
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, let's move on. You started this letter talking about how you "just wanted to rant." Well, you could've saved me the herd of drama llamas and just spit it out. What you're really after is quite obvious.
You had a shitty childhood and are having shitty adolescent years. Because of the treatment by your dad and the belittling unsupportive nature of your mother, you're incredibly insecure and you need someone to validate what you want to do with your life, so you come to me.
I'm not going to do that. You've already laid out your plans and what you want to do, now you want some higher authority (someone "above" yourself) to tell you "Oh, that's a great idea, that's exactly what you should do with your life, little fella, that sounds great! Oh, I'm so proud of you!"
Well I'm not proud of you. You're being a pussy. Man the fuck up and grow a backbone. What the hell do you need ME for? You ALREADY SAID what YOU WANT to do with your life, so fucking do it! If it's wrong, you'll figure that out on your own and try something else. If it's right, then it was always the right choice and you didn't need anybody to fucking tell you it was the right choice. You wanna be a teacher, that's great, but you also want me to give you some kind of confirmation that that's the right choice to make and that there's nothing wrong with making that choice. Fuck you, not happening!
Look, lemme take it down a notch here for just a second. In all honesty, you sound like a nice kid who has some serious self-esteem issues. You're looking to get validation from me and I DO understand that, even though I don't sympathize with it and won't indulge it. What I'm doing for you right now is the best thing that anyone in your life could ever possibly do for you. I'm telling you to make your own choices and reap the benefits (or the consequences) yourself. Nobody else needs to tell you what to do with your life and the last thing in the world you need is to lean on other people's opinions of YOUR LIFE as a fucking crutch.
You wanna be a teacher? You wanna do X thing with your life? You wanna take your life in such-and-such direction? Here's the Lord Galen Decision Making Guide for you:
1. Make a choice.
2. Decide for yourself if that choice is right for you.
3. Mom doesn't like it? Fuck that bitch!
4. Dad doesn't like it? Fuck that bitch!
5. Anybody else that's not YOU doesn't like it? FUCK THEM!
There's only ONE person in this entire world who TRULY has your best interests at heart and who TRULY wants to make decision that work out best for YOU in the end. That one person is YOU, and only YOU. Oh, you have doubts? You're "not sure" about yourself? Well too fucking bad! You think anybody else is better off than you? You think *I* don't question my decisions and actions? You think your parents and friends don't? NOBODY is ever sure of what they're doing until it works out for them - NOBODY!
Life is risk-taking. It's all one big gamble and you gotta roll those fuckin' dice, my man! Maybe teaching will be the worst thing in the world for you to do, who the fuck knows? Maybe it'll keep you happy until the day you die, but again, who the fuck knows? You won't know if you don't make a decision to try it - or anything else.
You might decide a year from now that you don't want to teach. That's fine. Even though I worked with kids since I was 16, I didn't actually figure out that that's what I wanted to do with my life until I was about 23. You pick out what makes YOU happy and what interests YOU, and that's all that matters, dude. The opinions of other people (even me) don't mean a goddamn thing. It's your ship and only you can steer the course. Good luck.
All My Hate,