It’s like I was never gone…
My mom and I got in a fight (well, we “discussed” for 3 hours..) the 2nd night I came back. Just like old times…It’s funny because those closest to you always seem to get to you the most. My mom thinks I should hang out with guys less (what does she know about who i hang out with anyways?)…she thinks that she needs to start giving me rules to follow (ie: curfew, lights out). I find it hilarious that she wants to start being more of an authoritarian after 18 years. Growing up, she never told me to study..I did it on my own. I pushed myself. When I got tired, I got tired. That’s not to say that she never encouraged me…she did the best she could, considering she never went to university herself. I never liked asking my dad for help because he’s sorta hard of hearing and one simple question takes hours for him to answer. My dad’s not the type to tell you “I love you”…he’s a man of actions. He’ll bake me buns…he’ll vacuum my room…My dad never had a dad when he was growing up, so I think he’s also done the best that he can.
I guess the principles behind what they say make sense..it’s just the way they say things that are so offensive sometimes.
In september, both my brother and I will be away from toronto for school…It’s going to be different for my parents. Actually, they say that my bro’s wasn’t home much this year anyways. Things are changing…even family doesn’t stay the same.
hahahah well…more like, curfews were not so necessary when they always knew exactly where you were…..or at least, that’s how it is right now for me…I don’t NEED a curfew, because I hardly ever go out, and when I do guess who’s my ride home?
but yah…growing up…SCARY.