My Parents

It never ceases to amaze me how much my parents have learned in such a few short years.

I was a typical teenager. About the time I turned eleven, my parents became stupid. Intensely, unfailing stupid. I'm not sure exactly how that happened, because they had been very intelligent up until then, but one morning, I woke up and then -bam- They were dumb. They never understood anything that I was going through. They ruined my life, with all their rules, and chores, and jobs, and errands, and punishments. Didn't they realize that I, as the oldest child and their only daughter, was the most important thing in the world?

About the time I turned 14, my distrust in them turned poisonous. They had such high standards. Involved in sports, in FFA, in FHA, In Band, choir, speech, academic teams, and student government, every other parent would have been thrilled to have me. But not my parents. My father had a temper that leaned toward abusive, and my mother was a sheep, following his lead blindly.

At sixteen, I'd fallen into a sneaky depression, contemplating suicide on the inside, happy-perky-bubbly and outgoing on the outside. I had to have my gallbladder taken out (two weeks of throwing up even water before the doctors figured out what was wrong), and was put on Demeral and Loritab after they let me go. I got hooked hard.

Finally talked to my creative writing teacher, who talked to my school counselor, who called my parents.

Things got better, but my parents were still dumb. Even into my first semester of college, they still had not regained any of their once-astonishing intelligence.

Now, it amazes me how much my parents learned in the last three years. They know everything. If I need something, or some advice, or have a question as to how things are done? They know the answer. I also now realize that it must have been hell trying to let me grow up, when I was so stupid. Dad and I have a semi-truce, and Mom and I are getting to be good friends.

What brought this up, you may ask?
This video.

Enjoy!