This is more of a rant than anything. I'm just so angry right now.
My grandfather, who's my legal guardian, is probably one of most, superficial, shallow, materialistic fuckminded simpletons on the planet. He worries more about looks and other people's opinions than me. It doesn't matter what I think of myself. Everyone else's does.
My hair is short. He has a problem with this. Personally, even though I do want it to grow a little bit, I like it being short! He wants me to get either braids or hair weave/extension and I don't like either, so I said no. Why he is obsessed with my appearance is beyond me, but I'm on my last nerve with him. It's not like my hair is a mess. It is neat. It's just not super-long like he apparently wants.
He also throws out anything if it gets even a little tear or hole. Now, I understand not wearing worn-out shoes or clothes, but I'd rather patch or sew it back up first. Over the past three months, he's gotten me three pairs of boots (that I didn't ask for) because the last pair was supposedly worn out. They weren't worn out, but if I wear a certain pair of shoes everyday, what the hell does he think will happen?! Of course, they won't stay in perfect condition! It's a waste of money. Granted, it's
his money, but it's still wasteful and unnecessary.
He's fine with me doing anything as long as
he approves of it. Yet, at the same time, he can't fathom why I can't wait to get out of here (I'm sticking it out until mid-June). My own father doesn't speak to him because he's a control freak and I don't blame him one bit. He's mad at me because I couldn't care less and would rather worry about other things instead be in a hair salon every week. Or because I can actually think for myself.
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"Be yourself, no matter what. Some will adore you, and some will hate everything about you, but who cares?
It's your life. Make the most out of it."