1 Part 1: Arrival by Experience

Chapter 1

My parents are real geniuses sometimes. I mean they sure know things. Two great intellectuals they are. They come up with the best plans and ideas…

Enough with the sarcasm. My parents are stupid. Their ideas are just as stupid as they are. It is not just that either. They feel like they are improving my life. Not just my life too, but the world. They always say it takes one mind to change the minds of all. When did I make the decision I wanted to be that guy? My parents are just trying to push this burden on me. That is all it is, a burden. It is also an annoyance.

People think I am over exaggerating when it comes to the actions of my parents. They think no one's parents are that bad and I should not be saying these things because it is disrespectful. In most cases those people would be right; in my case the actions of my parents are rude and disrespectful to me. I feel like the assessment of my parents is correct. Here are the reasons why.

At the age of six my parents made me join a ballet class. They never even told me. They just dropped me off class one day. They said it was to broaden my mind. I was only six so whatever that meant. I just figured that parents do this to their kids sometimes. Except for the part they did next.

They forced me to wear the girls outfit; the tutu, tights, the whole nine yards. They told me it was an out of the norm experience or whatever. I didn't know at the time, but they told me when they showed me the pictures years later. At the recital I was the only male dancer like this. Since I was a child I did not understand anything at all. Now as I look back on it that shows my parents are not only crazy, but just simply out of their mind.

At the age of ten I was in the glee club. You got to be weird parents to put your ten year old son in glee club. I could see if the child had an interest in it. Hell, even if one of the parents used to be in glee club. Neither of my parents did it as a child. They told me that I could meet new friends outside of the school environment. The only people I met were obsessed with singing and dancing and quite frankly that was annoying. Just seemed like that's what their parent's wanted because all I wanted to do was run around with my actual friends. What made it worse was that I could not even dance or sing (nor did I ever want to). My parent's second reason was that I could learn. I never did. In fact, I made a complete fool of myself in front of my real friends because my parents invited them to one of my performances. It was the worst experience of my life, at least at the time.

Next was when I was twelve years old. I had to walk around town and help old ladies cross the street. They made me do the oldest of clichés. Of course I was under my father's watch because if I wasn't I would not have been doing it. Oh yea I also had to wear a sign saying "I help the elderly".

Okay. That one was not too bad, but I'm always left with the question of why. Why even have me do it? What's the point of it all? Why not ever ask what I want or what I want to do? Do I ever have a say in my own life?

I resent my family.

My parents have an excuse for everything they do to me. My conclusion is that they live to embarrass me. Whenever I tried to fight what they were doing to me they got mad at me and called me by my full name, Raymond Leroy Anderson. They are always forcing me to do these stupid things. I think they hate me personally. I wonder if they would do this if I wasn't an only child.

No one else knows how I feel. If someone does then I feel sorry for them. My life is horrible. Financially we are actually well off, but personally I may have the worst life on this whole planet. I may be over exaggerating on that part, but the truth of the matter is that life for me is not rainbows because I feel trapped under their whimsical order and I have no say in the matter.

The worst part of it is the knowing and not knowing. What I mean by that is knowing that your parents will make you do something crazy, but not knowing what it will be or when because they give you no warning of it. That is the part that ticks me off.

So how could I have prepared myself for what they were going to do next? The idea they had next was the most bold and shall I say…delusional. No one could have expected this. I know I didn't. Like I said before, they tell me nothing until it happens. The only thing this time it seemed important that they told me, but they didn't. It would have been nice for me to prepare for what was to come.

Or for who was about to arrive.