Smothered

The majority of my readers (read, all of them) have siblings, so it'll be hard to relate to what I'm about to say. Bear in mind this is not a stereotypical "OMG I H8 MAI PARENTS" rant, more of a mild criticism. Maybe if I make this clear, some strides will be taken to improve. And maybe my internal organs will leap out of my body, dance a merry jig, and go drinking at a bar later.

I am an only child. And while the position comes with perks, it also comes with a vast amount of annoyances. Let's get it out of the way, yeah, I get the shit I want most of the time. Funny how this works, I go shopping for a cheaper pair of jeans and my mother forces me to get the most expensive and fashionable pair of jeans, as if it makes a difference somehow. I'm all like "Sure!" See? Perky.

On the other hand, getting expensive jeans comes at a cost. I'm completely smothered. During the summer, I've been at home a lot. I wake up round 12, I'm here for like four hours alone. I get a call every two hours, asking me if I'm ok, asking if I've eaten, asking if I'm ok again. I call to ask if I can eat the last bit of gelatin in a can and I'm given a ten minute step-by-step instructional lecture on how to get it out. If I decide to go on a walk, the call count increases considerably. Small annoyance at first, but it begins to grow the more I have to endure it. Understandable, I suppose. Only child, feel the need to protect as much as possible. But still, I'm independent enough to walk three blocks without getting shanked by an African-American.

On the plus side, I am pretty much given permission to do whatever the shit I want. What's that? Stay at Austin's for several days? Sure, just as long as you tell me how you're going to get home. Go to the movies with some girl we don't know? Go ahead! Walk through a crime-ridden city to go to a concert chock-full of potheads and alcoholics? Do your thing! It's nice to know I can do whatever. I don't want to take advantage of it, however, because then I'd be more guilt-ridden than Batman.

Upon reflection, I see that this rant wasn't too whiny. It's ok. Everyone dislikes their parents once in while. But apparently don't care enough to write about it. Sorry >_>

PS. ARGH BRING ON THE SCHOOL PLEASE