The thing that pisses me off the most is their utter incapability to understand that I am not boring/bored/wasting my life/have no friends/don't talk to people/don't like fresh air/sunlight etc (all accusations I have received). Nothing is good enough for them. Anything I achieve is overshadowed by everything that I do not. They do not, most of all, understand my mild obsession with gaming. My mother once came out with the legendary line of not being able to distinguish reality from games. I, of course, exploded and ripped her to pieces.
They don't understand that it's a social activity (albeit not so much so as actually interacting with people face to face, but I'd be hard pressed to, say, interact with Boomer (who's Swedish) face to face. Indeed, I have met people in many countries through the use of my computer, computers connect the world in ways that have not been possible before. They, of course, don't have a clue and will not listen.
My way of dealing with them is just blanking them. I've had enough of trying to explain myself. It works wonders too, they just get depressed and I waltz around the house, bursting with malevolent glee! I must, however, get out of the house!
Does anyone else get this kind of shit from their parents?
Edited by Calamity_Jones, 03 September 2007 - 10:37 AM.