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Originally Posted by Gin 'n Tonic
Lol, no. This is not what happened unless your parents were hippies, your school careers department was staffed entirely by morons and 'every single resource out there' consisted of asking your alcoholic uncle what to do after twelve pints of heavy.
I can only repeat myself when I re-assert that my parents had absolutely no interest in what subject I was studying at University (we collectively decided my subject and 5 university choices on UCAS deadline day) and that my teachers at school told me that if I wanted to be a journalist I
shouldn't do a journalism degree.
Now if you want to continue disbelieving me, that's absolutely fine, but I can't see how we're going to develop this bone of contention any further.
I think the reason people struggle to believe what I've told them is because there really is a disconnect between my family background being nouveau-riche upper middle-class and my parents actually, not being those goody-gumdrops arm-around-the-shoulder watching me study stereotypes with a keen interest in their son. My father has never told me he loved me or hugged me and never wanted to play outside with me as a kid, whilst my mother (well, I've told the story about her in the past)
There have been times where I'd come home for dinner at the age of 17 having been out all day without telling them, and they wouldn't even ask me where I went. They've just never been that arsed.
Of course, I'm also to blame for a great deal of this. I've never had want of food or shelter, and have lived a privileged lifestyle of total security, just with no love or affection. I could have used these things to my advantage to a greater degree but hey, I am where I am now.