Meet the Parents
Trying to see through the clouded images from childhood
The parents I knew when I was a child are not the same people that I know now as an adult. Those people, way back when were upstanding adults, they did the right thing, they were honest, they were kind, they had all the answers. The people I know now are the opposite; they say whatever will get them the results they need. They talk out of the side of their mouths. They don’t know a lot, but they think they know everything and if you try to tell them something that they disagree with, then they laugh at you as if you are an idiotic scumbag who makes up truths and tries to sell them for a dollar.
When I was young I didn’t realize that they were playing the 'do as I say, not as I do' card with every scenario in my life. They taught me well, I am completely by the book honest, to a fault, and anyone else who is not going to be as good a human being is just an evil person and might as well be an ax murderer. If you find a dollar on the ground and don’t bother to walk around and ask everyone within 100 feet whether it is theirs then go ahead and just hold up the nearest bank because they are both equal crimes in my eyes. You are dishonest and greedy and stole a dollar from someone who unknowingly lost it. How can you live with yourself?
That is my extreme, that is my normal
That is what was taught without really being said when I was but a child with an impressionable mind. They molded me to be the ideal of what they wish they could be, nothing even close to what they are and were, yet what they think everyone else should be. I am now an honest assassin. If you are not able to live up to my strict standards that were put in place as a youth then you do not fit into my life, you are dead to me, and really shouldn’t be in society. But I was not bred to take those matters into my own hands. I was bred to constantly dwell on the fact that there are too many people in the world out there like that, and they will most likely take advantage of me.
Which brings me to my next subject, my parents are users. They would give a stranger the shirt off their back if that stranger has a great sob story. And those kind of strangers usually find my parents and stick to them like that little piece of staticky plastic that you don’t even know where it came from, but it won’t let go of you until you are finally able to rub it off onto something else. They will help out anyone who plays the part, but family, they don’t think deserves help, and in fact, family owes them for life.
Bare minimum parenting
Forget about getting the shirt off their back; you should be giving them the shirt off your back for them giving you a minimal life — food, shelter, water. Yes, they didn’t abuse or molest you, and for that you are grateful, but does this equate to you owing them everything they ask of you? Apparently, to them, it does.
So when I see that it isn’t that hard to be the type of parent that gives more than just food, shelter, and water, I realize that I owe them nothing because legally they had to provide that to me, or else go to jail. I can thank them for not abusing me and be on my way, and they can continue to give strangers their shirts and talk behind my back about what a terrible daughter I am.
