There are two things in the world that absolute boggle me: politics and parents.
Now, I'm not talking about both at once or related at all, but the combination of the two could also be a problem. But let's focus on the two topics separately.
First of all, we have politics. Oh, lovely, lovely politics. It wouldn't be so bad if some viewpoints weren't so obviously crazy or religiously ridiculous. It wouldn't be so bad if there wasn't as much corruption as there was in the system. It's all about who gets the most money. That's all it comes to, really. I think a rather small percentage of the population actually cares about things like human rights, preserving the environment, gay marriage, worker's rights, improving public education, and so on and so forth. Lately, it's only been about public aid and unemployment and things that generally just revolve around money.
It's frustrating. So frustrating. There are good people in the world, obviously, but sometimes I feel as if the amount of good is far overshadowed by the bad.
In any case, it's worth noting that Obama is almost as far right as Romney is when you look at his policies. Funny thing, politics. Very funny.
(also I am slightly worried about foreign policies and stuff as well because "goodbye Hillary" and potential "hello disaster")
However, let's not delve too deeply into that mess, because it is just... a goddamn mess and I have no intentions of being tangled up right now.
BUT NOW!
Parents. Ah, parents. You have good, kind and caring parents. You have abusive, horrible, what-the-hell-are-doing parents. Then of course they all think they're always right.
Sometimes, I am one push away from walking out of the house and saying goodbye to my college funds, but at those times, the money is irrelevant and I want my own freedom and I want respect. I want peace in the place I live in. I want my home to be a home.
Then sometimes I know my parents are right. But I can't bring myself to change.
Then I wonder if I even love my parents at all. Sure, I do. But to what extent? I watched a dad playfully run out of the office the other day with his young son racing him. Not a smart move in an office building, but they were having so much fun and being affectionate that nobody would have said anything anyway. Is that what real parenting is like? Having fun with your kids? It seems like all I do with my parents is get into verbal debates. Our views are so different. Although it's not like we hate each other either.
'course, my good ol' man is just indifferent about everything. So I guess it's just my mother.
Ah, ramblings. Ramblingssssss
Here, have some yuri as an apology.
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