Death in the Bermuda Triangle.

Sometimes, I will take the time to pay attention to my parents and then maybe, just maybe, listen to the shit that spills from their rotten mouths. I find it so horrible they way they look at each other with hate and a painful amount of desperation. How could anyone live like that and not have tried to stuff a grenade up their own ass? The things they say to me and how they purposely try to make me mad. I want to vomit up every horrible moment of this life so I can forget it and maybe have a chance. I want a chance to not know who they are so that maybe I won't turn out to be exactly like them. But, I know I can't do such a thing. Which is why I tell people I am never going to get married, never going to have children, and am going to die in my 20's so I won't ever have to become like them entirely. People think I am twisted and a freak and they are right. I am demented. I don't want to get married and hate the person I'm with but stay with them for my druggie son and fucked up daughters sake and end up making every mistake I tried so hard to avoid. Fuck that. I'm out.

Your average American fuck-up.

Sometimes I get a little worried when I see some people not rebelling in some way against their parents. Not that I am suggesting that everyone show go pierce their tongue and join a cult, but a little rebellion is necessary. If you are never fighting what your parents do or say, you could be conforming to their incorrect ideas instead of forming your own. Take, for example, your average way too over protective, wrongly assuming, asshole parent who believes that a coat of iron at least 3 inches thick should be protecting their child at all times. Those parents can get really bad if their kids aren't slapping them on the wrist and saying "Hey, did I ever tell you your are a real dick wad sometimes? Well, you are." It is especially bad when you have that parent speaking out about it. "Well, I don't mean to make this any harder for you or put you on the spot (when they really do), but I am concerned about my child (when they really have just lost a way to either A. grab attention or B. speak about what they think)" They speak about the most ridiculous things. Like "Will the dorm rooms be at least 500 yards apart?" or "Are there going to be more than 20 chaperone's?" I mean, c'mon, your kid is going to be just fine. Stop pissing your pants and get a life that doesn't involve playing God to your child. So, in a way, I take back what I said. If you have this kind of parent, I say go get a couple tats and skip a class or two. You deserve it.