Quickie

Hello! I don't have time to say much, other than to assure you I'm alive. I'm also really irritated with my dad, which is not very unusual. Tell me - how would you react to this? Anne: (calls dad because she's signing up for a Women in the Outdoors day, and she thinks she'll sign up for some shooting classes - rifle, shotgun, and/or pistol) Hi Dad! I'm going to sign up for this outdoor day thing... it's mostly to meet other women and I'd really like to take the outdoor first aid and wilderness survival classes. I also thought I'd like to learn how to shoot. Which class would you recommend? Dad: Women and guns are a bad combination. Anne: ...... Dad: In fact, don't take this the wrong way, but a nurse was one of the worst people I've come across in terms of guns. Anne: ....... That's the short story. And no, he isn't kidding. What did I want to say? Oh, a mouthful. I would like to be flip and sarcastic right now, but I'm still too angry with him. I know I shouldn't be, and it's not a good thing that I'm still so affected by something my father would say to me, but I am. Basically, he's saying that I'm an incompetent moron. I'm not even a nurse yet, though I hope to be one day - and he's already denigrating me about the profession. I'm only just beginning to get used to the outright misogyny. It's probably been there all along, I just didn't see it for what it was. It's also getting more blatant in its expression. It really hurts. I love my father dearly. I spent more than half of my life trying desperately to please him. I think I'm probably still trying, and that makes me mad. I'm never good enough. It's beyond absurd at my age to still be caught in this struggle. I can see it, at least, and that's a good thing. I need to let it all go. Just let it go. Anyhow, that's all I have time for now. Angst. Fabulous! I'm having computer issues (blue screen of death), so I don't know how regular I'll be here. I haven't had time to figure it out yet. That's it for now. Ta.