Strange but necessary
Parents, I don’t suppose I will ever figure them out. My father, a highly intelligent, opinionated man, is scared (!!) of his daughter’s ability to articulate herself. My mother, down to earth dreamer, with a tongue as sharp as a knife, words slicing me apart inside as she tries not to hurt me.
I just wish they would make their minds up whether they are proud of me or believe me to be an abomination, considering I spend half the time violently oscillating around whether I believe myself to be a failure or not.
I am a teenager, and I will freely admit, a very difficult one. Bestowed with a generous helping of rebellion, insanity and just a little intelligence, and the vocal ability to sell ice to eskimos, I am a dangerous threat to any parent who wishes to see their daughter remain pure and innocent forever. These faults led me to leave home at the ripe old age of 16 due a vicious row with my parents, and, of course, disgrace myself along the way. Traditionalist parents to the core, it only seems natural for them to label me as a “difficult child” or, my favourite one, “just plain crazy”. So, I spent 15 months in exile, which was rather a liberating period, and a very insightful one at that, and now, I have been “let back into the family”. Still living in my own flat, of course.
So, tonight, I, being the difficult teenager I am, the only difference being I am now nearly 18, decided to open my mouth, with the disastrous consequence of actually letting my opinion spill out of it.
Shock shock horror horror.
And now, my parents cannot decide whether to be proud their daughter sounds like a 30 year old parliamentarian or whatever, or disgusted that she may well be exploding out of the “seen not heard” category so furiously that the family will be thrown into the disgrace of normality.
Is having an opinion and the strong ability to vocalise said opinion a curse or a blessing?
Who knows…
