my parents, my God.
You know, the Bible says disobedient children should be stoned to death, and I always resent that, because it assumes that the parents are always right.
Like what always pisses me off is that if my mom makes a mistake, usually her only punishment is being mad at herself, while if I make a mistake usually I'm pissed at myself, but then she's also pissed at me, and she punishes me, and I have that.
It's like, my mom makes a lot of the same sort of mistakes I do, but she can afford to laugh them off because she doesn't have a parent to yell at her for them.
And I also resent that she can just go upstairs and look for trespasses of mine of her rules, because "I live in her house".
Well, I don't have a whole lot of a choice, just because she married a relatively wealthy husband now she can sit around the house with, I dunno, her finger up her fucking ass, and then make up the rules that I, one who probably has a lot more work to do than her, have to follow.
Like she got pissed at me cause I had a Gatorade bottle in my room. And it's like, okay, but what about all those times you move my stuff around in the interests of "organization", and then I can't ever find fucking anything? That's only okay because of course, I came out of her vagina, and technically, lawfully, this house is more hers than mine, even though she did jack shit for it besides marrying the hard-working man.
My God, I'll write about this tomorrow when I'm not quite so buzzed and tired and angry.