Ignorance is bliss

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Funny how children are basically blank pages on which society writes different things, like what language you speak, how you eat, how you think, how you live your life, the kind of behavior you should have because the society approves of it.

Our entire childhood they teach us to be like them and to think like them. They don't let us think for our selves. It's their way or no way.
And by the time we're grown it's too late, they've already influenced us too much, we've been corrupted.

And when I say 'they' I mean parents.

Parents have already gone threw the physics stage of childhood and now they think they're so much better than us, they think they know everything.

Well news flash; they don't.

Just because they're physically grown doesn't mean they're mentally grown. Well actually I don't know about other parents, but my parents are this way.

My father is a prick that has never shown me an ounce of affection. I grew up being told that I was a mistake, god knows he never loved me and frankly I never gave a damn, I never loved him either.

And my mom, well that doormat's a little bit better than my dad but at times she can be a real devil. But it's fine, I can handle that. What I can't handle is the fact that she's sexist. She strongly believes that women were created to satisfy men. She says that we girls have to do exactly what men tell us to do. If they say jump, we jump. No questions asked. Not even 'how high?'.

I personally think it's bullshit. Fuck them. They can just get off their lazy ass and jump themselves. I don't think I need to point out that I'm a feminist.

One thing I'm thankful for is the fact that they're not abusive...most times. They've laid a hand on me but very few times so for that I'm insanely grateful.

The reason I'm ranting about my deadbeat parents right now is because they're cunts.

Cold hearted fucking cunts.

Why you might ask? Because they're not letting me go out with the outfit I'm wearing.

You probably think I'm a brat now.

Well I'm not. Cause keep in mind that ONE; what I'm wearing is fucking appropriate, it's a black long sleeve dress that reaches my knees, with black stockings. And TWO; I'm going to a goddamn funeral. Yes a funeral-to which I'm already late to mind you. 

And all this is cause it's my mother's dress. She bought this when she was younger and now it doesn't even fit her and yet she says I can't wear it. What's the point in keeping the damn thing if no one can wear it?

I wouldn't really be annoyed about this whole thing if I wasn't already late to the funeral. My best friend- whom I promised to always treat like a sister, dies and I'm late to her funeral because of my damn parents, and their twenty minutes long lecture about how I'm not supposed to do certain things.

That's why I'm ranting. Because I had nothing better to do while going to my room to change my clothes, properly putting the dress back in my mom's closet and during my walk to the church where the funeral was held.

I already felt guilty for being late and on top of that I had to interrupt the whole thing while opening the church door. That thing was heavy as shit and not to mention loud. It was so loud that everyone in the room turned around to look at me. It made me want to crawl under a rock, or get in the coffin right next to with the way they were looking at me.

And after that really embarrassing moment, it got worse cause I had to walk down the aisle to the seat my friends had saved me on the second row. As I walked down, I swear the people were giving me stink eyes. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but who wouldn't be in a situation like this?