Alright folks,
Well today is the first day back for me from spending a week away on a cruise ship that made it’s way to Norway.
It’s such a beautiful country, so picturesque and the Norwegian government is so much better than the UK government. UK gov is absolutely pathetic compared to theirs.
The cruise liner is also very very nice as well and has a brilliant and very helpful crew. People on board can be so very friendly at times as well and then we get back to Southampton today and I kindly move out of the way for someone to pass by and they say nothing... back to UK ignorance... I hate it.
To put it in short, I don’t like my life. It is so so different to many other people’s... even fellow brain injured peoples’ lives. I lead a life where I live with my parents still and for obvious reasons they worry about me... I could have easily died multiple times after what I have been through so it is understandable for the worry.
My mum is much more laid back than my dad is and I try to be as independent as I can be. My mum will let me be independent at times but my dad is very very different, he is like his parents and his mum was a natural born worrier. She would worry over the most pointless of things and worrying is a form of stress that WILL lead to an early grave. Because of this worry he can pee me right off. He overdoes it with the worry. I don’t get on too well with my dad and aside from the worry he is a very very negative person.
Anyhow, we were on board the ship, it was dinner time and my mum and dad were talking to some old guy while I was eating my dinner. I wasn’t being rude, I was listening to this guy as he was talking for Britain haha. My poor parents had to put up with his constant yakking. I felt for them... well my mum mainly as her dinner ended up going cold in the end.
This guy asked my folks at one point “What does your son do then?”. If I never had a gob full of food I would have told him about myself but before I even could do that my dad jumped in and said “He doesn’t do anything” which I wasn’t very happy about. He made me sound like I was some sort of pet.
I did tell my mum that I wasn’t happy about what my dad had said and she kind of sounded a bit stroppy and said something like “Oh don’t worry about that, yer dad only said that to shut this guy up”. Well yeah, he may have just said that but for me it wasn’t exactly a wise choice of words.
See if I had the chance, I would have told this guy that I have a disability, I don’t work and I get help from the government. That was all my dad had to say really but he always moronically puts his foot in it and this time around made me sound like a cat.