Not really mundane or pointless, but not a rant either, as no matter how much I would like to lock the little idiot in a basement until he’s 50 I realize that would be counter-productive at this point.
Dearest son, what the hell is wrong with you? You are 16; why are you buying an engagement ring for your girlfriend? I realize you will both have your GEDs within the year. Whoopie crap. What kind of jobs are you going to get with those? If you would go back to the bloody damn Academy they would see that you get your diploma and pay for post-secondary Vo-Tech training. You know your stepfather and I are living paycheck to paycheck. We can’t help you out financially. We can barely help ourselves. Think your father will help? Actually, he might. But it’d be kind of awkward, considering you’re not speaking to him.
Let’s look at your employment options in this area with a GED. McDonalds. Taco Bell. One of the myriad gas stations spaced along the highway. Factory work. Oooh, maybe you can go work for the state mental hospital and be underpaid while criminally naughty psychopaths try to stab you with sharpened plastic spoons as doctors and nurses bleat, “Don’t hurt him!” at you. Ask your stepfather, it’s a barrel of laughs.
Godsdammit, boy, why did I bother fucking up so much if you’re not going to learn from my mistakes? At least you haven’t knocked her up. Yet. Be advised if you make me a grandmother before I’m 35 I will choke you. But you can still walk away. You can still go back to school and then get some post-secondary training and find a career, as opposed to a job, and move somewhere that’s not here, crappy little shithole that it is.
And the sucky part is you know all this. We’ve talked about all of it. Your grandmother has talked to you about it. Hell, my best friend has talked to you about it. Do you not remember what it was like, when I was a teenager and you were very small and I was struggling to get an education and make something - anything - of myself? You were in the 1st grade before I was able to be self-sufficient (well, not really self sufficient - that’s when I met your stepfather and the two of us together became selves-sufficient). And none of it has done or is likely to do a damn bit of good, because you’re as hardheaded and stubborn as, well, me. Why are you in such a damn hurry to grow up? You’ve got the whole rest of your life to be a grown up and only a couple more years to be a giddy child. Hardhead.
The boy turns 17 in December. I’ve got 8 months to try to make him see sense, or hope he breaks up with his girlfriend (fat chance, she’s actually very nice and I’d have no objections to the two of them being married if they were both 5 or 6 years older).
I should have never taught him how to talk.