+ a difficult job +

Parents. It's the most difficult title anyone can hold in the world. At least it seems like that to me. Maybe I'm just too much of a terror to handle.

They never seem to control us (the kids) the correct amount. Too much, and it's kinda stifling and feels like a pair of eyes are watching you whatever you're doing. Too little, and we blame them when we become idiots in future. It's almost too hard to pull the string with optimal tautness, if there's such a level in the first place.

I just.. I wouldn't say throw a tantrum, but more like a display of my unhappiness to show that I hate to be tracked down past midnight to be asked where I was and to be told not to come home too late. It was rude and probably broke her heart, but I really hate it. I mean, I don't need this kind of talk anymore. And it's really not necessary to sit out there to wait on the door till past 1am when she's tired before giving up and turning in. When I said 'I'm going out', it means I'm going out, and it's not like I'll stay out for the night without informing them!

Ya, I know the 'however old you are you're still kids in your parents eyes' thing. Whatever. To me, I'm already old enough to just say 'I'm going out' and for courtesy's and for their hearts' sake, inform if I won't be home. That's enough.

And that's displaying my Single Child Syndrome.