tHe diFFereNce fRom a gOOd sOn/daUghther and reBeLLioUs oNes…
Sunday, October 29th, 2006tHe diFFereNce fRom a reBeLLioUs sOn/daUghther and gOOd oNes…
this is gonna be an interesting stuff to write about, so stay with me…
if you’ve read my last post about how hard pleasing our parents/relatives/friends can be, this is a bit of its continuation…
why do parents, relatives, and sometimes friends always complain of the way we act? why do they complain of how we present ourselves, how we handle situations, how we help out at home? how we dress, even down to our haircut…
why do you think we want to spend most of our time going out? spending time watching movies, goin out with friends, clubbing, or even drinking away? why do we smoke/drink? why are we lazy at times? why do we fight back when they’ll yell at us? why do some of us smoke pot or do drugs?
ALL THEY SEE IN US ARE THE BAD THINGS, BAD TRAITS, BAD BEHAVIOR.. that’s all that they’re able to notice… how cruel is that?
the f**ked up thing is that THEY ALWAYS THINK THAT IT’S OUR FAULT… always…
i mean when will they ever admit their own shortcomings? when will they admit that they do have their own bad traits, their own wrongs? another f**ked up thing is that they dont admit thet they’re wrong… they just won’t give up that they’re always right when there’s something wrong that they did…
why do we become rebellious? hear me out… these are the things we want to tell our parents/relatives even friends that we just couldn’t tell them…
we become rebellious because mom and dad didnt go to my soccer game yesterday, because dad forgot that he promised me to go to the movies, because when mom gets home only thing she does is to eat and go to bed.
those are the simple things…how about these?
we become rebellious because in our recognition day at school, where all the students who have awards bring their parents to school coz its the parents who would pin the awards to their kids, just when you felt good telling them that you have three awards to be pinned to you, and just when they said they’ll come… they didn’t… what happens is that when your name is called and your parents are asked to go to the stage, you realize that they’re not there, suddenly the pleasant feeling that you’ve anticipated for that day turns to your most horrible nightmare… and because you’re the only student whom his parents didn’t arrive, how would you feel? pretty f**ked-up i presume… well we don’t have the same stories.. maybe for you it’s a totally different story, but the same crazy bad memory that’s imprinted in you that you always remember when you that person who turned you down…
let me ask you this, what if, this thing didn’t happen just ones? what if it happened twice? thrice? how devastated would you feel? i think it would feel like sayin "sorry" doesnt even make a difference… they have failed you so many times you just couldnt trust them anymore… and it gets even crazier, they didn’t even apologize for it… not a word, didn’t even brought the story up to be discussed… frustatin isnt it? tsk tsk… these are the people who think they always have reason why they couldn’t do what they’re supposed to do… they always have excuses… they dont have time…
so, if they don’t have time for you/for us, why did they ever had us for a son/daughter/friend? right? dang…
it all goes down to family ties… it’s not a question of who you are now, but its a question of how you were raised… its a question of the foundation they layed out for you to stand on… it’s a question of were they there for you when you needed them the most… and im not speakin of when we were like 2 months old coz of course they were there… what i mean is, at the time when you are most vulnerable to damage/anxiety,its the time when you already have the mind to think and realize things and remember them, were they there for you? were they good parents/relatives/friends?
for me, that’s the difference from rebellious kids and good kids… i mean you dont expect your kids to be a smart kid when you’re not even teaching them, you don’t expect your kids to be respectful to you when you yourself don’t respect them…DON’T MAKE PROMISES THAT YOU COULDN’T KEEP, you dont expect your kids to be in the behavior you want to when in the first you werent there to teach them how to… don’t even send your kids in a private expensive catholic school when you don’t even have time to attend to important school activities to support your kids… its not because you put them in a good expensive school that you’ll expect them to be good and grow with a good foundation… it all comes down to family ties… were they there for you… i hope im makin sense here…
hear me out, to those of you who relates in this story… if they weren’t there for you, if they were bad parents/relatives/friends DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE TO DO THE SAME… it doesn’t mean that you’re bound to be the same as they are… you have a choice… SCREW THEM… go out there and do the best you can… be there for your family… FAMILY COMES FIRST…
it ends here… thank you so much for your time, and i’d appreciate you comments… =) thank you and God bless you…. =)
maRu