I've been having Daddy issues lately. He's been real tough on me, and for no reason. He's known for a long, long time that me and my brother watch South Park, he's entered the room on multiple occasions where the show has been on. He also knows that I watch all of those R-Rated comedies, and he has no problem with it.
Then, my brother comes home from college with my sister for the weekend. And I say, "Dave, you see the latest South Park episode?" He replies, "Oh my god!" And we begin to talk about it. Out of nowhere, my dad goes, "Should you be watching that?"
I say, "Well, is it any worse than Wedding Crashers or 40 Year Old Virgin? You have no problem with those things."
He gives me his standard 'she's right but I cant admit that I'm wrong' look and says, "No, I trust you to do the right thing. I dont pay attention to what you watch, but now I might start."
My Mom rolls her eyes.
And thats only the tip of the ice berg. The day I find out that I got one of the leads in the school play, me and my mom are so excited. Dad says "Oh, congratulations. I have to rain on your parade, but if your report card isn't good enough you're not doing Drama."
I doubt he would have said that if I was in fencing.
Thats what irks me. He doesn't support my acting, no matter how much he says he does. I could see how excited he got when I joined fencing, and how upset he was when I told him I had to quit for Drama. He can't get into the whole drama scene, which I understand, but why can't he just support me?
I'm so happy I have Drama right now. It's my only escape. It's like a second family, and I hate when it ends. Its just one of those things that I'm so passionate about, and I hate Mondays and Fridays, because it means I dont have to go down to the Black Box Theatre and rehearse. For once in my life I'm not stuck with mediocre actors who dont want to be there. For once we have props, a setting, a backstage, costumes! It's something I've never experienced before, and I dont want it to end.