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Aug. 2nd, 2005 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickAnother of the summer people is building a dock. This is the same ass who cut down a bunch of stuff along the shore of the lake "to make it look better". Thing is, this dock isn't on his property. It's on OUR property.
I don't know if Dad gave him permission to build a dock or not... but I don't really understand how on earth the person who felt that All the other kids are doing it wasn't a valid reason for allowing behavior thinks that All the other summer people have docks IS a valid reason for allowing behavior. I don't get it. The summer people act like they own the place. They, er, don't. They do whatever they want, all over the place, and he lets them. It's difficult to not-think-about. It's difficult to not-see. I absolutely hate having their fucking docks and walls and excessive mowing and cutting down of trees sitting there like thorns in my flesh, suppurating and festering and driving me up the fucking wall.
The really best part about it, the part that I adore, is that I can't do a fucking thing about it because if I ever tried, he'd cut my legs out from under me to keep the peace, which is a super-duper way to make me look like an ass in front of the summer people. While I freely admit that I'm a seething hotbed of hatred, some things do burn white-hot enough to stand out from the general background of animosity. One of them is having my legs cut out from under me by superiors when I try to enforce what I've been told I should enforce. (Redheaded Stepchild, if your nose is itching, it's because I'm talking about you. Yes, I am still angry about that. I am. I know it's been a year, but I'm still angry.)
Some people have parents that they can trust to back 'em up, right or wrong. I have parents I can trust to cut the legs out from under me if it's the easiest way to keep the peace. I gotta say, that little bit o' knowledge doesn't make me want to stand up a whole hell of a lot. *sigh* And I was, really, in such a nice mood this evening until Joe called to remind me about the dock thing. I'd been managing to not-think-about-it, you see.
I don't know if Dad gave him permission to build a dock or not... but I don't really understand how on earth the person who felt that All the other kids are doing it wasn't a valid reason for allowing behavior thinks that All the other summer people have docks IS a valid reason for allowing behavior. I don't get it. The summer people act like they own the place. They, er, don't. They do whatever they want, all over the place, and he lets them. It's difficult to not-think-about. It's difficult to not-see. I absolutely hate having their fucking docks and walls and excessive mowing and cutting down of trees sitting there like thorns in my flesh, suppurating and festering and driving me up the fucking wall.
The really best part about it, the part that I adore, is that I can't do a fucking thing about it because if I ever tried, he'd cut my legs out from under me to keep the peace, which is a super-duper way to make me look like an ass in front of the summer people. While I freely admit that I'm a seething hotbed of hatred, some things do burn white-hot enough to stand out from the general background of animosity. One of them is having my legs cut out from under me by superiors when I try to enforce what I've been told I should enforce. (Redheaded Stepchild, if your nose is itching, it's because I'm talking about you. Yes, I am still angry about that. I am. I know it's been a year, but I'm still angry.)
Some people have parents that they can trust to back 'em up, right or wrong. I have parents I can trust to cut the legs out from under me if it's the easiest way to keep the peace. I gotta say, that little bit o' knowledge doesn't make me want to stand up a whole hell of a lot. *sigh* And I was, really, in such a nice mood this evening until Joe called to remind me about the dock thing. I'd been managing to not-think-about-it, you see.
