| | It's been a while since I've written anything read-worthy. And this next post probably won't be anything worthwhile either, but I will try to give it SOME substance.
I've always been a pretty calm teenager. Never warring against my parents; in fact, I believed them to be near perfect. I would never argue with them. When they gave lectures, I worked the logic of them and they always seemed to make sense. Sure, all through high school, us teens were given pamphlets on dealing with parents, how parents are not always right and that compromises can be made.
For me, I've never questioned my parents before. It's not as if I couldn't or wouldn't, but that I did not feel the need to argue. Their recommendations made sense, or after some thinking, they seemed to make sense. But now, as it is almost time to leave home, I've begun to see their flaws, their inconsistencies and faults. I guess it's somewhat strange, how around this time, many teens would stop taking their parents for granted, becoming part of the family again. Yet for me, the complete opposite.
Maybe I'm four years behind. =\
Okay I failed, there's not much content in this one either. (Hope for a good one at the end of the year, or feel free to call me a heartless bastard)
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| | Posted 5/28/2007 8:56 PM - 18 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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