A Wild Argument Appeared!

The trick with optimism is to never have any, else it will be swiftly crushed. So I'd planned a three holiday for myself, where I de-stress and get a bit of a breather. Then in the middle of it all, while I was just casually sitting on a chair chewing on a corn cob, a spontaneous argument arises.

Dad: "Why don't you set yourself some life plans, instead of letting all your time go to waste. Make your first million by the time you're 30."

I didn't respond, because I really wasn't in the mood to argue.

Dad: "Or if you think that's too hard, push it to when you're 35."

At this stage I was gritting my teeth.

Dad: "When do the university offers come? What about your med interviews? How come you didn't get one from the university you wanted?"

Then I gave up and raged. Yeah right, I'm totally going to end up as a millionaire doctor by the time I'm 30 or 35. It's not like by the time I graduate I'll be 24 or something. So what, I have 6 to 11 years of making a million dollars? Hmm, wait, that doesn't sound too bad.

IF WE LIVED IN A WORLD WHERE I DIDN'T GET TAXED, DIDN'T HAVE TO PAY FOR FOOD, HOUSING, ELECTRICITY, INTERNET, FUEL, AND WHATEVER THE FUCK ELSE I'LL NEED TO FUNCTION IN THIS PLACE.

My only hope is hyperinflation, if I ever want to see a million dollars in my savings account. Or I could say I was a millionaire in Zimbabwe.

Goddammit. I can tell Dad's just trying to push his life goals which he couldn't achieve himself on to me. And I have no intention of cooperating. He keeps on reiterating how I've never wanted for anything in life so I don't work hard enough, so I don't care about money enough, etc. etc. etc. That's why I said to him, it's precisely because I don't have to worry about survival that I'm pursuing what I actually want to do. If I lived some place where it was money or starvation, I wouldn't care what I worked. Here, I'm enjoying the freedom of choice, BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN. Isn't it a waste of opportunity, otherwise? Given my high and fancy tertiary entrance score, why don't I use it on something more interesting than business and commerce. And if I ever decide that my true calling lies in those fields, WELL I'LL CHANGE. It's not like my ATAR won't get me into whatever the fuck I want.

As for the med thing, I'm really blaming it on Dad. He says I'm not trying hard enough, and I tell him it's because I don't want it bad enough, and I'm not that desperate. He obviously is. Seeing as how I have a high ATAR and didn't fail the UMAT, why doesn't he just fucking pay some fees and enroll me in a private school, because I'm going to "fail the interviews" (which I haven't been offered) because I "didn't prepare enough".

Gah, way to ruin my Saturday.