Just my family
short version: What do you make of a family where the parents don't try to instill morals or principles in the children, where you are told you are pretty and smart but never quite believe it, where the father is friendless and dominant, the mother an over-dramatic childish push-over, hardly a routine of anything, where we never hold a family meal and are ashamed of our ridiculous bad hygiene and upkeep?
long version(for my pleasure mostly):
i grew up in a one-story flat with my two older brothers, mother, and father.
my father always told me the most important thing in life is to fulfill yourself, and also that i am extremely intelligent (not a genius though) and that i should focus my intellectual pursuits on mathematics. needless to say i've been spending my last three years of high school at home, doing nothing, reading stuff on the internet and always feeling like an idiot.
my father also claimed my other two brothers are smart, whilst the middle one less so then us other two. none of us are insane, but my older brother seems a bit soul-less, a bit too pathetic and immature, though time and time again i fail to trust my ways of defining the rest of my family members.
my father is also poor, friendless, and has pretty bad hygiene. he considers himself a wiz at mathematics, which i never really knew if true or not. he's goal in life is money, though be it be said about him, he's not a greedy b*s***d, just, i don't know, old and bitter, i guess.
my father always said my mother is highly intelligent and amazing with her social skills, all the while a terrible mother (way too much pampering) and pretty much whenever she said something he thought was stupid he would point it out. then he would say that him and my mother aren't a good match when it comes to parenting.
my mother i've always considered far far too much of a push-over. if i wanted her to smile, i would ask her to, and she would smile. if i wanted my legs tickled, even if she would be insanely tired, she would still do it. whenever i saw her interact with people, be it strangers or family members she always seemed so incredibly self-conscious and pathetic i would just crumble. up until mid adolescence i still didn't cut my own food.
we never, ever, had a family dinner. we never sat around a table and ate a meal together, unless it was on a holiday at my aunt's place.
we always considered our house shameful, dirty, messy. Kind of lacking with substance. Never once have I seen my parents kiss.
my parents never told me i should be nice to people, or care about people or causes, or that i should be spiritual, caring, have a good set of morals, have confidence, have friends. I guess they only wanted me to be happy, for me and for no one else.
so, long story short, realizing what a complete self-absorbed douche-bag i am, what do you make of my family?