defeat

I sit here in the office on my laptop, listening to Silversun Pickups while eating some breakfast and playing some WoW.

I am defeated.  I have resigned.  I am throwing in the white flag of surrender.

Fine, Stephen, you win.  I'm too loud?  Don't worry, I won't talk any more unless necessary.  I'm lazy and won't find a job?  Fine.  I'll find a pimp and work for him.  I hear that makes great money.  I'm inconsiderate and lazy, fine.  I remind you of your bitchy mother, fine.  I'll only speak to you when it's work related.

Thanks for taking the place of the father I had before he realized I grew up.  I missed that, you know.  I missed the stress on my emotions and my mental health, the manipulation of my emotions.  I missed having my opinion not matter, my wishes and desires unanswered and unwarrented.

Thanks for sending me back to the state of mind I was in during my senior year of high school through my sophomore year of college.