Why can’t you just get it done? Your dad always does what you ask of him; it’s considered done. Why can’t you be the same?
News flash, mother. I am not my father. Neither is my brother.
I know that I am not the first teenager to experience this. Having to live up to unrealistic expectations, having to deal with overbearing parents about how high they want you to jump and you just can’t make that cut.
On that note of getting things done, I do get things done, thank you very much. It may not be as instantaneous as my father would like or would have done, but it is getting done. Over something as petty and as little as music he doesn’t even urgently need but simply wants for listening pleasure, I’m fucking appalled that he has to bite my head off over it.
Sometimes I wish I could just confront him about it and say, you really aren’t even mad over it, are you? You’re using me, once again, as a scapegoat for all your frustrations with other things that have built up.
I wish I could just take it in and swallow it down, but I’m sorry if I happen to choke on hypocritical actions.
As usual, I have to keep silent. We live in a society wherein parents have absolute power over their children; this surpasses the test of time, and no matter what age you are, your parent’s word is law.
They are always right and you are wrong. No matter how illogical, impractical; THEY ARE RIGHT AND YOU ARE DEAD WRONG.
Great world to live in, yeah?