I am 17 years old. No car, no job. Yet, anyway. And, I live under my parent's roof.
We have a full house now. There's mom, dad, older sister #1, and older sister #2. Everyone has caused me grief at one point, some more than others. Due to this, I keep to myself as it seems a "short-fused" attitude of yelling and snapping runs in the family's genes. And it works for a while.
That is, until people get all up in your personal space.
Now, let me preface my incoming spew of rage by saying this: even though I'm the youngest, I still deserve to be treated with respect.
It has come to my attention that the way I'm treated is not how you should treat anyone in your family.
People have no regard for my opinions. Understandable, I suppose. To be fair, I am a 17 year old living with my parents. How dare I suggest to be treated with basic human decency?
I guess some families have no normalcy embedded in their genetic code. If so, why would I be expected to vacuum the ceiling, mop the TV and feed the imaginary dog all at the same time? As if God birthed me with a sponge in my hand to become a maid?
Look, I am not a problem child. I've done my due diligence. Yet, I cannot wrap my leg around the fact that everything I seem to do is wrong.
Example;
I have just shoe shined the entire kitchen. The counters cleaned, glasses spotless, floor so gucci you could eat off of it.
But no, madam, you have not sparkled the toaster. You are a disgrace to my eyes. You are a witch. You are wicked. Because you did not sparkle the toaster.
Okay.
Let's ignore all the good and focus on the one bad, irrelevant thing you could possibly think of.
Sometimes I think your purpose is to vex me.
Sometimes I think this is why you are so unhappy.
But what do I know.
What do you know, Blessing?
Ask me again when I'm 18.
We have a full house now. There's mom, dad, older sister #1, and older sister #2. Everyone has caused me grief at one point, some more than others. Due to this, I keep to myself as it seems a "short-fused" attitude of yelling and snapping runs in the family's genes. And it works for a while.
That is, until people get all up in your personal space.
Now, let me preface my incoming spew of rage by saying this: even though I'm the youngest, I still deserve to be treated with respect.
It has come to my attention that the way I'm treated is not how you should treat anyone in your family.
People have no regard for my opinions. Understandable, I suppose. To be fair, I am a 17 year old living with my parents. How dare I suggest to be treated with basic human decency?
I guess some families have no normalcy embedded in their genetic code. If so, why would I be expected to vacuum the ceiling, mop the TV and feed the imaginary dog all at the same time? As if God birthed me with a sponge in my hand to become a maid?
Look, I am not a problem child. I've done my due diligence. Yet, I cannot wrap my leg around the fact that everything I seem to do is wrong.
Example;
I have just shoe shined the entire kitchen. The counters cleaned, glasses spotless, floor so gucci you could eat off of it.
But no, madam, you have not sparkled the toaster. You are a disgrace to my eyes. You are a witch. You are wicked. Because you did not sparkle the toaster.
Okay.
Let's ignore all the good and focus on the one bad, irrelevant thing you could possibly think of.
Sometimes I think your purpose is to vex me.
Sometimes I think this is why you are so unhappy.
But what do I know.
What do you know, Blessing?
Ask me again when I'm 18.
