The Itch
15 years ago
Why...why do we tell our parents anything?
They tell us to be honest with them, ALWAYS. No matter what you say, we'll still love you.
Then you tell them you're *insert personal information*
Maybe they pretend to be accepting of it, maybe they convince themselves it's just a phase.
Maybe they flat out tell you that you don't know what you're talking about. You're confused. Oh, heheh, you're not really like that. Things go okay for a while, it's not really brought up.
Then you get in to a fight.
It's just a fight, not really anything out of the ordinary. Could be about this, could be about that.
Then they say it: "Yeah well if you weren't so *****.." or "Yeah well why don't you go hang out with all of your little **** friends!"
You think, "Damn, that kind of stung." You brush it off.
The fight passes, and life goes on.
But it's there still, that little memory sitting at the back of your mind. It's there, growing like a little moldy piece of bread in the back of your refrigerator. It's not that bad at first, you don't notice it.
But it spreads. You become more aware of your parents' disapproval of you. It rubs them the wrong way, it makes them itch.
Like any good itch, it must be scratched. But when you scratch an itch, it doesn't really stop itching. It might for a little bit, but it starts itching again, just a little more than the last time. Scratch it again, it goes away for a bit, but it comes back with a vengeance.
After a while, reality sets in.
They'll never really be okay with it. Why does it matter?
Because as much as you'd like to deny it, you care what they think, they're your parents.
I'm gonna go listen to the new Gorillaz album.
They tell us to be honest with them, ALWAYS. No matter what you say, we'll still love you.
Then you tell them you're *insert personal information*
Maybe they pretend to be accepting of it, maybe they convince themselves it's just a phase.
Maybe they flat out tell you that you don't know what you're talking about. You're confused. Oh, heheh, you're not really like that. Things go okay for a while, it's not really brought up.
Then you get in to a fight.
It's just a fight, not really anything out of the ordinary. Could be about this, could be about that.
Then they say it: "Yeah well if you weren't so *****.." or "Yeah well why don't you go hang out with all of your little **** friends!"
You think, "Damn, that kind of stung." You brush it off.
The fight passes, and life goes on.
But it's there still, that little memory sitting at the back of your mind. It's there, growing like a little moldy piece of bread in the back of your refrigerator. It's not that bad at first, you don't notice it.
But it spreads. You become more aware of your parents' disapproval of you. It rubs them the wrong way, it makes them itch.
Like any good itch, it must be scratched. But when you scratch an itch, it doesn't really stop itching. It might for a little bit, but it starts itching again, just a little more than the last time. Scratch it again, it goes away for a bit, but it comes back with a vengeance.
After a while, reality sets in.
They'll never really be okay with it. Why does it matter?
Because as much as you'd like to deny it, you care what they think, they're your parents.
I'm gonna go listen to the new Gorillaz album.
1- Dont let your balls get your ass in trouble
and
2- I love you, but I dont have to like you
I love my mom. :3
Regardless of Age, u Gotta remember that Some people Still act Childish 2 get the Reaction they Want, they Want that Edge....
Hopefully it Passez, least u Can still Talk with them....
Money and personal success may work like Cortizone for that itch.
Make or earn (and save) some cash. Parents respect that.
If should they refuse, the cash will help you achieve escape velocity.
Best thing to do is not mention anything, no act in the intention of anything, or, as I have tried many times;
This this advice http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wS5xOZ7Rq8