…and number 6…

08.09.2005Osebno

Make sure your parents are on the same page when you try something like this. I went through a conversation with both of my parents telling me how stupid I was to reveal personal information to the nigerian mafia (which I never did). That they will track me down (using god knows what technics) and “since this was the first time you were messing with them, maybe just break your arm“. They told me that they will send these mails to the police and that maybe they can knock some sense into me.

I tried to reason with them and explaining to them that as long as you do not send any personal or vital information, there is no way they can, according to their words “track me down” but I guess the point did not come across.

Another thing that surprised me is that they referred to Baya as “that friend“. No name, no nothing, just “that friend“. It saddens me more than it angers me as I see no reason for them treating her the way they do.

The whole thing with the nigerian scammers brought up a completely different problem. That they do not trust me. That they do not think I am capable of using my own brain. And that they think they know best.

It saddens me because there is nothing I can do, there is nothing I can say that will make the thing better. Here I was, trying to keep everything in order and to keep everybody satisfied but in reality, you can only keep one side happy. And it really comes down to either me or them. Simple as that. And the worst part of it is the fact that they either a) don`t see the need or b) don`t want to talk about it. Either way, there is nothing I can do.

 

En komentar na “…and number 6…

  1. Živa

    Dragec, koliko si star? Povej jim da naj se začnejo obnašat drugače, ker je nespoštljivo do nje in tebe in če začnejo ugovarjat, začni vrtet svoj jezik, saj si pravi mojster v tem.
    Moji imajo radi Smodiša (ko je prehlajen me mat sili, da mu nosim govejo juho) ampak moj fotr še vedno misli, da lahko reče kako je lesen. No zdaj tega ne bo rekel nikoli več, ker sem ga nekam poslala in ker bi piskal, pa bi lahko domov pripeljala kogarkoli.
    Vem da ne maraš konfliktov (čeprav ko človek bere ta blog, ne bi dobil ravno tega vtisa, ker kritiziraš vse in vsakogar), ampak tudi če veš da ne bo spremembe v njihovem vedenju, to lahko narediš zase, da preveriš, koliko jajc imaš.

    Upam da se bo vsaj malo popravilo. Držim pesti.

     

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