My neice and several other young people celebrated the "graduation" of what I consider to be a bullshit form of christian based home schooling. To make it worse, the ceremonies took place at ABBA'S HOUSE, one of the biggest mega-churches in the Chattanooga area. The place smacks of fakeness and program. I was all set to drive out to Hixson and it was if some invisible force was draining all the energy from me. I kept forcing excuses on myself on why I should hurry up and go and all the people I would disappoint and all that shit, and then it just went off in my head like a bomb. Fuck it! There is no earthly reason why I should attend something that I do not believe in. My neice is not even close to having a solid 6th grade education. Her mother pretty much fudged all the necessary tests and paperwork all along. It was literally the best education money could buy. This is all a part of the same segment of control freak parents that force ritalin and Adderall on kids that have nothing really wrong with them because it is so much easier than parenting. It's either pills, or home schooling, because nothing is good enough for these people. Most kids that I have seen home schooled are inward social rejects that can't really think for themselves and have very little grasp of the world around them. Sorta like the way I felt coming out of straight and graduating high school 9 months later at Bayfront Center Arena like a herd of cattle. My graduation from start to finish was one hour and 18 minutes, symbolizing 12 years of hard work. I saw less than 25 classmates from that day forward. On a penisula that is only 62 Sq. miles where less than half ever moved from the first 10 years following graduation. Sort of boggles the mind I guess. Maybe if my family spent a little more time building me up instead of constantly tearing my down, this afternoon's activities would not have caused such an attack of social paralysis, but If I am gonna sit home feeling bad about something, I want to be the one making it all happen. What's the point of using up an eighth of a tank of gas just to have others treat me like shit when I can stay at home and work my way out of it eventually? I just did'nt have enough reserve strength to go through with it. I lost my unemployment benefits due to computer snafu, an eagerly awaited interview never materialized, and it was all just a little too much for old Uncle 'Bob to handle. Aw well, tomorrow starts another week.
