Daily adversities with overbearing parents

Sorry for not posting anything in a long, long time. Needed to be outside the house for inspiration.

In case you're wondering why do I emphasize "outside the house" and "inspiration" has something to do with the title.

You see, I don't hate my parents at all; I love them to bits. It's just that sometimes they still treat me like a kid and they kind of know that, somehow. I'm sure a lot of you understand this, right?

I'll give you an example; my dad would not allow me to go out at all, even to the nearest store (less than 5 minutes walking time), unless he's the one who sends me and picks me up afterwards. So, the only time he'd let me out is when's mom around, or when he's not home. Mom, on the other hand, is a fervent Christian. To be honest, I don't have any problem with that. We sometimes prayed together. The only problem here is that she expects me to follow her flow and she will get upset if I don't. This leads to religious claustrophobia which I keep to myself.

Well, some people out there said "Why not talk to your parents about it?". Well, NEWSFLASH: both of them are hard-headed, meaning they won't back down from any argument.

Even though they are overbearing in their own way, one thing is certain. They do not like anyone to challenge their 'wisdom', especially their own children (meaning me + my other siblings). It's just so f***ing difficult to discuss anything with either one of them and frankly, a family discussion means that I constantly have to keep a huge supply of sanity just to survive, because anything can easily trigger World War (infinity).

No matter what, I just hope that when I say "I want to get out of the house", it doesn't mean that I literally want to (even though I do), it's just that they need to give me some space for me to truly become an individual.

As how Joss Stone sings it: I've got the right to be wrong.






UNTIL THEN........................