Okay, I just need to let this out before I snap.
So, my parents always hound me about going out and "experiencing life." Now, I can agree that I would like to go out and do more but that's where our agreement ends. I would like to learn some new languages (moon), maybe do historical fencing, plinking, skeet shooting, etc... while they want me to do more "normal" things like going out to party, get drunk, fuck some promiscuous slutbag, etc... and I regard these activities as degenerate, disgusting wastes of time, while they see everything I want to do as "weird." Now before this wasn't too big of a deal, but they've recently been far more pushy about it, trying to force me to do this shit. What's worse, they keep talking about me behind my back (walls in this house are paper thin so I can just put my head to the wall and get a good idea of what they're saying) about how they're angered that I'm not "living life" (the way they want me to be) and how they've got to do something. Really? Why is that any of your business? So what if I enjoy being alone? Sure I wish I had friends... someone to talk to in real life sometimes, but not the people they want me to be with. Ironically enough, my dad is talking about me right downstairs. It's pretty pathetic that my folks can't even talk to my fucking face.
I loathe having "talks" with them. Anyone here know what I mean? It basically consists of them blabbing on about how I should be more "normal" (which they of course decide what "normal" is) and the only thing that changes afterwards is that everyone is a little more pissed off.
Before, they had valid complaints. They wanted me to get a job, go to university, etc... Well guess what I have now? In only a few months I will graduate with a high GPA, a minor that I didn't even know I had but will prove useful on the job market, and more than likely a stable job. Despite this, they now find irrelevant, stupid things to complain over (today was especially bad, they said I'm irresponsible... for not turning in all the information needed for a trip that's not due for 3 months) and they won't be satisfied until I fit their little mold. And it's really, REALLY starting to piss me off.
Post edited on 21st Dec 2011, 3:44pm