I really like the beginning of The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. I liked
to read there about Howard Roark who has been expelled from school. He
could get a diploma, but chose to only get the knowledge he needed to
be a great architect. He could have been graduated had he agreed to
design ancient building. The first thing I thought of is what will
happen when Roark tells it to his parents.
This didn't happen in the story; I did not read about that young man
having to give accounts to his parents. COOL!
Giving accounts to parents is a terrible thing. I know it. I've lost
my job, and it is not true that I'm not doing a thing to make a
living. But my father sometimes mentions that I do not work.
He sometimes would send me job offer by e-mail, and if I didn't use
them would ask me "Don't you want to have a job?" though I'm seeking
without his help.
I even remember times he demanded that I give him accounts, and when I
refused he insisted as a parent to continue the conversation with me.
So, I eat humble pie.
I'm just too old to run to the door and slam it behind me like an
adolescent. No one will say "Way to go!" if I do that. Instead they
will tell me he's my father and that he does that because he loves me
and is concerned about me not having a job.
I guess I will publish my thoughts to Facebook where my friends and family
members can read if they think they are right to give me a hassle.