“As long as you live under my roof, you’ll live by my rules.” A phrase we don’t hear very often anymore, but still the wisdom of it stands strong. Parents try to control their teenager’s lives, and their teenagers rebel. They try to mold their child’s lives while they are still young, so that maybe they will grow up to be what their parents wanted, and do what their parents dreamed of them to do.
My dad was always the sports fanatic. Defiantly a “man’s man.” I was the first born of all the grandchildren, so it was kind of a big deal when I was born. It made me feel special when I was little, but now, I hate it. I’m the one who has to set a good example for my brother, and all my cousins, and lets face it, I’m not the model child. I don’t get the best grades, I don’t listen to my parents all that much (or ever, for that matter), and I’m “over-dramatic, sarcastic, and have a major attitude,” in the words of my father. Well, Dad, that’s what is hopefully going to earn me an Oscar one day.
My parents are constantly worried over my well being, and what’s going on in my life. Well, not so much what’s going on in my life. Aside from grades and school and where my life is going academically, they really couldn’t care less about what happens to me. As long as those grades are up, everything’s peachy, right? Wrong. Maybe they should learn to dig a little deeper, read between the lines of the failed tests that I’ve received to see what I’m really feeling.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I completely loathe both of my parents. My mom is pretty awesome; she’s almost one of my best friends. We fight a lot, sure, but usually we fight because of the tension that my Dad seems to instill in everyone in our house. He’s constantly putting me down about how I act, what I wear, and how I’m living my life, with an emphasis on the my part. If I choose to wear black everyday, and not own any colors whatsoever, besides the occasional white or red shirt, why should he stop me? If I choose to listen to the music I want, the music that I love and that inspires me, what can he say that would make me stop listening? If I hang out with the people I want, and I choose to have only one best friend that I am truly close with, what right does he have to make me stop caring, to make me stop seeing her?
This is my life. I should decide whether or not I want to screw it up enough to hurt me. And I if I do screw up my life, hopefully it will hurt him too.
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4 comments:
ohh emm geee i love this, its really deep. i know how you feel though cause my dad can be quite simular in those catogories. well i guess thats another perfect example of why we are best friends and so alike. <3
YESSSS!!!! GO SAM!!!!!
I know EXACTLY what you're talking about.
omg sam this is so good. it was so deep and really showed how you feel towards some of your dads actions and remarks. you might not want to show him though, just incase =) lol i love it and most importantly i love you! heehee! <3
I like how you go into depth about how you feel about your dad. In some ways my mom is like that. She is very nit-picky about my grades and who i hang out with. But i like this very deep and intriguing.
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