Thursday,18th March 2010

Why doesn't Dad realise that it is so incredibly revolting to suck his 5 year old dentures?!

Every time he finishes eating, he gets out a toothpick and starts picking his "teeth" and sucking at them, and then swallowing the pieces of food picked out, to my utter disgust. He occasionally brushes his teeth but his brushing skills suck. He just scrubs the dentures with his pitifully dilapidated toothbrush back-and-forth a couple of strokes, and then drops it back into the plastic cup with brown dirt stains on the inside. No wonder I can't even bear to drink out of the same straw as him.
I keep telling him that sucking his dentures is a disgusting habit. Since he doesn't floss, there could be food remnants in there from 5 years ago, and he's just swallowing them! YUCK.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying to change someone. Why do I try so hard, time and again, when I know they won't change? Are they the stupid ones, or am I?


Had a nightmare last night, it was very disturbing. It was so vivid, I even distinctly remember crying hard in my sleep.
I dreamt that someone of authority thought it would be amusing to lock a couple of us choir people up in a small room for 2 hours, just to see what happens. In the dream, I happened to be claustrophobic or something, because halfway through I went crazy. I found I couldn't control myself or my actions, my body suddenly felt the monstrous urge to kill somebody. They put me in that room several times with different people just to see what I would do to them. Later, they added household objects which I would choose as my weapons. The last time, I chose a staple gun, shooting staples at anyone I could. I remember ______ being one of those people, but he was wearing a soft-metal vest. It was puzzling, because the metal was so soft, it was like aluminium foil. I tried to kill him with my staple gun but they bounced off the vest, so I tried to aim at his arms instead.
I didn't kill anyone, mind you. Some people just got staples in them. Still, I can't help but wonder if I really am putting myself under too much pressure, what with the scores to memorise and stuff. Either that, or it had something to do with the fight I witnessed last night.
Can't stop thinking about it.