This was around 2pm, right after I had gotten home from school – happy and relieved to have made it through the first day after Christmas break, ready to crawl into bed and stay there forever.

So, I’m chewing on my Something To Eat – trying to look forward to the fact that we are off school Thursday and thus this school week is at least going to be a short one. Plus, I have planned to go to Ikea Wednesday night or on Thursday – and if that isn’t something to look forward to then what is, right?

Me: Ok dad, listen – I know you’re going to say something like ‘Well, I need a new jacket but I don’t have the money to buy one either, so…’ but please just listen to me first.

Dad: *walks into kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea*

Me: I have been wanting to buy a new, bigger bed for over two years now and so I thought – since I have Thursday off and everything – I could maybe go to Ikea Wednesday night and…

Dad: Why the hell would you buy a new bed now? This is THE MOST ILLOGICAL TIME to ever go buy a new bed! You should wait until summer and until you have figured out what your living situation is going to be; until you know how much room you’re going to have. It’s very possible that you will live in a tiny room that has furniture already in it – and then what are you going to do with your new bed? I know I said there may be the possibility that you could move in your own apartment but hell! – who knows, you know? I mean, I don’t understand – why do you need a new bed all of a sudden? Your room upstairs is completely stuffed already and, by the way – what do you think is going to happen to your old bed? It’s still in perfect shape and I assure you, YOUNG LADY, you’re not going to throw it out. I don’t work my fucking ass off everyday and you just go spending my money on things you ABSOLUTELY DO NOT NEED. Seriously – why do you want to buy a new bed? Why NOW – of all times? This is ridiculous. I’m telling you: wait until you know where you’re going to live, how your financial situation is going to be and then decide what you need more, FOOD or a NEW BED. This is typical you, though. You see something and you need to have it right away. You need to try not to be this unreasonable. I mean, of course, you’re an adult; you can drive and you have your own money so why the fuck not? Go to Ikea and buy what you want! Hell, I couldn’t care less!

Me: *blinks*

In case you hadn’t noticed – that is one scary man.

Sometimes I don’t know what gets into him. I’m sure he had a point and somewhere in that aggressive outburst was something that made sense. I try to believe in the good intention in everyone.

But seriously – he needs to listen and let people finish their sentences. Like I told him, I have been wanting to get a new bed for over two years and it’s not just that; my matress is really old and lately my back really hurts in the mornings because I just can’t get comfortable on it anymore.

And, on a quick side note: he was the one who started looking for apartment prices in the university area even though until then I had thought I would only be renting a tiny room, he was the one who boastfully said that we’d figure it out somehow. And now he throws all this in my face – acting as if I was some spoilt brad who took it a sure thing that I’m going to have my own apartment and therefore can buy a new, bigger bed.

Does anybody else wonder how this simple, peaceful topic evolved into such a debate on prinicples? Does anybody else think that all this doesn’t have much to do with each other? That, if I need a bed now and if I do have the money now, I should go ahead and buy it? Regardless of what may be in six months? Because, seriously – whether it’s going to be a single room or a small apartment – if it’s too small to put a bed in it, chances are that neither my dad nor I will want to spend any money on it.

So, if you think about it, THIS WHOLE DISCUSSION IS BULLSHIT.

I have talked to my mom about a new bed and – acting like women do as opposed to men – she has been looking around to see where they had cheap matresses and she said I should go to Ikea and see what kind of beds they had there, for a start.

Which is what I wanted to do on Wednesday.

Letting me finish that sentence would have saved him and me that huge, way over the top, unrelating, unnecessary speech.

Idiot.