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Saturday, July 4, 2009

Anger & Driving

My parents and I have been having the same fight for the past couple of months now.
It's about driving. I wanted to start driver's ed in January, but they thought 16 was too early for
someone to get their license. So they decided to compromise with me, and let me start driver's ed in April 2009. Baseball season got in the way so I had to wait. Now they're not letting me start driver's ed 'til the end of July, and I can't have a car 'til I turn 17. Which I pretty much have to buy. Now, hear me out guys. I know it doesn't sound that bad, but I kinda go to a a well-off, affluent school. And the frustration is that everyone around you has a car. People younger than you have cars, your friends have cars, everyone. And they're not just regular old used teenager starter cars. They're like new, top of the line, state of the art automobiles. And I think to myself. . . What do these kids do that I don't? We sure could afford a old, beat-up car. My parents just don't want to. It just doesn't feel good knowing that you're the loser still riding the bus and you have to see your friends all pull up to school in amazing vehicles. I'm a good kid, good student, great grades, good son, I don't get it anymore. I have a future, I'm involved in extra-curricular activities at school. I just don't know. Maybe it's the way my parents were raised, maybe it's just Latino parenting. 

On top of that, they're so angry sometimes. For no reason whatsoever. Freaking serious.
I get great grades, I actually behave, I'm home most of the time, I don't know. They have such a 
short fuse, it's hard to always keep them happy. I know millions people out there have it totally worse than me, but, it still sucks. I guess I just gotta go out of my way to not talk back, or annoy them. Ah. This is hard. Can't wait 'til I'm the Navy flying planes. Nobody can boss me around, tell not to speed, tell me I can't maneuver, tell me I'm not old enough to fly a beautiful aircraft, nobody can tell me what to do in the air, it's my plane and I. Power's in my hands, and it'll feel good.  

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