UNBELIEVABLY BAD ADVICE MY DAD HAS GIVEN ME OVER THE YEARS

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1- BECOME A COMPUTER PROGRAMMER

He knew I hated programming but he made me take classes in it because “It’s almost impossible to get fired.” He thought it would be a good career because it’s easy to get lost in the system so you can be totally incompetent and still make a good salary. Unfortunately, it’s hard to collect a paycheck after you’ve blown your own fucking head off.

2- TAKE MATH IN UNIVERSITY

My dad paid my tuition if I took math every year (this is Canada remember where tuition is about $1,500 a year). Have you ever taken Calculus or Algebra after say, high school? It is so fucking hard you have to: Not go out the night before, have a huge breakfast, bring a coffee, and sit in the very front concentrating your fucking ass off from the minute the (Chinese) professor (with terrible English) walks into the room. The exams would be a question like, “Find the surface area of 3x + y cubed spun about the z axis” and the answer would take the full three hours to write out – and I’d get it wrong.

Homework for these courses took about 80% of my free time and all the subjects I actually wanted to take suffered so my whole college experience was much shittier than it should have been. To this day I have no idea what a derivative is and only know it as, “You take the little number on the top right and multiply it by the big number at the front.” I have never used any of these stupid number tricks once in real life.

3- BECOME A CONSTRUCTION WORKER

Again, it’s pretty hard to get fired once you’re in a union and you don’t have to work that hard. Thanks for the  vote of confidence old man. What am I, a fucking fugitive? Can we at least wait until I have a serious head injury before devoting my life to not being exposed?

4- DON’T DESIGN YOUR OWN HOUSE

When I finally had the opportunity to build my dream house, my wife and I went to the book store and bought up every book of plans we could find. We then hired an architect to help us amalgamate all our sketches into one, workable home. Dad said this was idiotic and suggested we get a prefab house shipped in from Florida.

To be clear, he was talking about a square shell that is 100% finished. You just dig a hole, pop it in, and add windows and some plumbing. Even the electrical is already there. This is a guy who moved us to one of those cookie cutter fake suburbs in the country where I often got lost because every street looked exactly the same. He loves the new house and has almost admitted he was wrong about the prefab thing.

5- DON’T LET YOUR KIDS NAP

Approximately 100% of kids nap up until they’re two years old. After that, a good half of them still nap until they’re three. According to the old man, this is lazy. Kids shouldn’t nap at all. That way they’ll really hit the sack when they do finally go down. He also doesn’t believe in bed time and let’s my daughter watch R-Rated movies until she simply passes out at 11:30. Sorry. “Let” my daughter. He’s not in charge of bedtime anymore.

6- DON’T DRAW ATTENTION TO YOURSELF

Again with the fugitive shit only this time it’s about drunk driving. Apparently the secret to driving impaired is to be slow and cautious and not give the cops a reason to pull you over. This worked great for the first 3 months I had my license until I went to jail for drunk driving. It’s not easy to pull off a high-speed police chase when you obey the speed limit and indicate before every turn. My brother didn’t fare much better when he turned 16.

7- THERE IS NO DISH THAT AMALGAMATES SALSA, NACHO CHIPS, AND CHEESE

My dad grew up with bare cupboards so when he sees my full ones he yells, “I hate excess!” and runs to bed (true story – and he did it after he polished off my wife’s $30 wine she was saving for a dinner party). My dad pulled out all the ingredients above and chastised me for buying such ludicrous amounts of food. He actually said, while laughing, “If only they’d invent something that combines all these chips with all that fucking cheese and, what’s this stuff, S-A-A-L-Z-Z-A?” When I proceeded to put together some nachos he yelled that excess thing and vanished to his bed.

8 – FOOD IS FOR POOFS

If my mother goes back to Scotland to visit family, my dad will simply not eat the entire time she’s gone. She’ll come back to a spotless kitchen with nothing but empty cans of Old Milwaukee. If things get really bad he may eat a loaf of bread or some raw spaghetti but for the most part it’s tea all morning and beer all night. It’s not uncommon for men in Glasgow to die of this habit which is why nobody there gets divorced. Without women, they starve to death.

9- PUNK WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE

My dad grew up poor in classist Britain and assumed looking weird would cripple me for life. One bad report card and I’d be stuck in a factory with green hair and tattoos while all the preppies told me when I could punch out. I had to hide my punk clothes in a bush by the bus stop because if he saw me leave the house like that, he’d rip my shirt off and replace it with a polo (which looks ridiculous when paired with a mohawk).

What he didn’t get is, teachers are usually School Spirit geeks that loved high school so much, they refused to leave. Punks to them are the kind of characters that make the yearbook exciting. As long as you kept your grades above a C, they’d spend most of the class blowing you under your desk.

10- NEVER LET ANYONE STAMP YOUR HAND

This one’s a doozie. My dad always adamantly refused to be stamped at water parks or any kind of big event where they need to keep track of people. He’d always yell at the poor teenage bastard who was just trying to do his job, “WE’RE NOT BLOODY CATTLE YOU KNOW! THEY DID THIS TO THE JEWS! I DEMAND TO BE TREATED LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING!” This bizarre line-in-the-sand always led to the manager having to come over and give him some kind of stupid laminant he’d have to wear around his neck for the rest of the day.

He disapproves of my brother and I allowing ourselves to be treated so inhumanely and will even give us shit if he sees we have stamps on our hand from going to some show the previous night. His rage on this subject is inversely proportional to our laughter.

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2 Responses to “UNBELIEVABLY BAD ADVICE MY DAD HAS GIVEN ME OVER THE YEARS”

  1. Ty Hardaway Says:

    My dad just wanted me to bang a 15 year-old prostitute when I was like 13. Said it would make me a man. He also didn’t believe that ANYone would smell his cigarette smoke on my clothes at school.

    He saw me using a Mac once (like ’88) and said, “YOU know how to use a COMPUTER?!”

    But he let me drive his car by myself at 14, so….crazy’s not that bad.

    Awww dad. Now you know why I live 3,000 miles away.

  2. raymi Says:

    so so funny. food is for poofs hahahahha. stamps. kills me. dad rules.

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