Lonenely sigma
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This is one hell of a retarded story but I think its important.
I was always a good kid and never really got into any trouble. That was, until september of 2021.
In september of 2021 I went on a school trip with my hs abroad. As you can imagine, there was a lot of alcohol.
Since I never really drank alcohol before that trip, I fell for the "you gotta blackout at least once bro!" idea. Truth be told, everyone else was drunk as well so I didn't stand out too much.
As you can imagine, upon returning home, they sent all of us (or at least salvageable ones) to talk with the school psychiatrist, under a threat of being kicked from the school.
So anyway, the psychiatrist concluded I was normal and that I indeed got drunk bc I thought it was funny, not bc I was depressed. Everything was going great, and she almost let me off, but then she invited my parents to come in the room.
She started asking me about stuff at home and I was assuring her everything was fine, that I love my parents etc. She kept on pressuring me and asked me:
"What does the word "family" mean to you?"
I already got kinda bored so I told her:
"Its a group of people that share the same biological heritage". Wrong fucking answer.
The room went silent for a second so I added:
"... I mean, thats the definiton. To me it just means love and comfort"
She was like: "ok whatever" and just let me go back to the class.
My parents never forgot that though. They still bring it up 3 years later. They are like:
"don't worry you ungrateful piece of shit, your biological group will save your ass once again"
I was always a good kid and never really got into any trouble. That was, until september of 2021.
In september of 2021 I went on a school trip with my hs abroad. As you can imagine, there was a lot of alcohol.
Since I never really drank alcohol before that trip, I fell for the "you gotta blackout at least once bro!" idea. Truth be told, everyone else was drunk as well so I didn't stand out too much.
As you can imagine, upon returning home, they sent all of us (or at least salvageable ones) to talk with the school psychiatrist, under a threat of being kicked from the school.
So anyway, the psychiatrist concluded I was normal and that I indeed got drunk bc I thought it was funny, not bc I was depressed. Everything was going great, and she almost let me off, but then she invited my parents to come in the room.
She started asking me about stuff at home and I was assuring her everything was fine, that I love my parents etc. She kept on pressuring me and asked me:
"What does the word "family" mean to you?"
I already got kinda bored so I told her:
"Its a group of people that share the same biological heritage". Wrong fucking answer.
The room went silent for a second so I added:
"... I mean, thats the definiton. To me it just means love and comfort"
She was like: "ok whatever" and just let me go back to the class.
My parents never forgot that though. They still bring it up 3 years later. They are like:
"don't worry you ungrateful piece of shit, your biological group will save your ass once again"