The thing with parents is they are always trying to controll who you are. They say it's for your protection, and I'm sure they believe that most of the time, but that can't always be true. Like how will not being popular help me in any way. It will just cause me to be in a living hell again! It's as if they never attended high school.
My parents are big believers in the crap idea that you should be who you are, and that then everything in your life will just fall into place. That's a load of shit. If you want something you have to lie and cheat and steal. If you want something done you have to do it yourself, nothing is for free. I learned that the hard way, and I'm not a retard, once is enough.
Anyhow, back to the problem at hand. Obviously, something happened to make me start raving at my parents. So what is it? Well Rachel and her boyfriend Mark are hosting this party at Rachel's in a week to celebrate the new school year. Everybody who is anybody is going to be there. There is just one tiny problem. Rachel's parents aren't going to be home and my mom doesn't think "Rachel is the kind of person who makes good decisions all the time." I responded to this with, "Soap she doesn't always make good decisions about friends?" She nods hoping I've come to my senses. "But, mom, I'm her friend!" I even made my bottom lip quiver. She didn't have a good response to that, but she still won't let me go. Instead she is taking me to the library for five whole hours, insisting that I used to love the library.
Why do parents feel like they need to control their children's lives, even up to the point of telling them what they want?
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