Post 2: Parental Problems (8/28/13)

Parental Problems
Post 2
8/28/13

I love my parents, don't get me wrong. I mean, without them I wouldn't even be alive obviously. But sometimes it's so hard to believe that your parents were even teenagers at one point. You figure "Oh, they went through this once. They'll understand where I'm coming from." But no. Parents never seem to understand where you're coming from. That's why this post is going to be a bit of a rant about the misunderstandings between teenagers and parents. My mom has been a little angry at me lately because I went to the movies last night, I'm going to the movies on Friday (I've been waiting for months. I have pre-ordered tickets), I want to go back to school shopping and I want to go to Madame Tussaud's wax museum because there are a few figures that are only going to be where I live for a limited time and I want to see them before they leave. I guess I understand that I have been spending a lot of money lately, but weren't you bugging me to get off the computer and have a social life? Then when I have a social life you yell at me. Then I was trying to search for options that cost no money. My friend had mentioned there was a free Owl City concert at the shopping outlets close to where I live and I figure my mom would be okay with that because it's free. Of course she started yelling about how I still have to pay for food and she has to drive me and I don't appreciate her because I always want to leave the house. Woah woah woah. Where did that come from? That was a low blow. I understand but don't tell me to get a social life and then get upset when I actually have one. Lately I kind of have been wanting a belly button ring. Don't ask me why. It's probably just a phase but I kind of want one. You need to be 18 to get one without parental consent and as I'm not 18, I decided to go out on a limb and ask my parents. No is an understatement. My mom immediately asked which celebrity or which one of my friends influenced me to get one as if I'm a regular subject to peer pressure or something. Mom, you should know by now that I don't care about what other people wear and look like. I wear socks with anchors on them for goodness sakes. My dad on the other hand probably reacted worse by saying "You need a flat stomach for that." and when I replied that it is indeed pretty flat he shot back "Your ass is flat." Well thanks for the support, Dad. I guess that's a no go. Now don't take this post the wrong way. I'm very appreciative of my parents and I'm very thankful for everything they've done for me. However no matter how much you love someone there are bound to be fights and of course the fights in my household are plentiful. When it comes down to it, I love my parents but it's hard for me to believe that they were teenagers at once. Maybe all the hair dye seeped into their brain or their jeans were too tight and restricted blood flow when they were kids.