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dahlia_moon) wrote2008-06-13 07:06 pm
dahlia_moon) wrote2008-06-13 07:06 pm
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got my wings clipped
Excuse me while I vent a bit here.
I HATE double standards, and lemme tell ya, I get them a lot around here. For the most part, I can take it because I know my parents are deeply rooted in their old-fashioned ideals and whatnot, and it's not like they can change and it's not like I'm a confrontational person so I won't blow my top over it because that'd be childless and it won't solve anything but make me guilty later on. Although I have told my parents how much I hate that they treat me differently just because I'm a girl, and therefore inferior as opposed to my brothers. But- and I hate to admit it- they're probably right. Left to my own devices, I don't think I'd make it to my next birthday.
I know that my parents are only protecting me because there are a lot of bad things in the world, it's just kind of hard to like it in the moment, you know?
I don't know. And it's not like they baby me or anything, it's just when it comes to basic rules like when we're allowed to stay out till, and whatnot, I always get the short end of the stick. The brothers can stay out till midnight, but I can't stay out past eight unless someone is with me but my dear brothers don't have to adhere to the same rules, which just sucks because it's ridiculous. But I can't seem to do anything about it because they are right.
So basically I feel as though I'm stuck.
Just let me hope that it can get better when I'm actually an adult. (And being a few inches taller would help, you hear that Universe??)
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This morning, twin brother and I found some ants near the potted plants in the kitchen on our way to school.
Brother promptly started to stomp on them, and I felt sad for the poor little creatures. They were just minding their own business and suddenly there's a big shoe coming down on them. It made me think of that Hey Little Ant book.
I know ants are annoying and everything, but they don't deserve to die. Sheesh.
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I HATE double standards, and lemme tell ya, I get them a lot around here. For the most part, I can take it because I know my parents are deeply rooted in their old-fashioned ideals and whatnot, and it's not like they can change and it's not like I'm a confrontational person so I won't blow my top over it because that'd be childless and it won't solve anything but make me guilty later on. Although I have told my parents how much I hate that they treat me differently just because I'm a girl, and therefore inferior as opposed to my brothers. But- and I hate to admit it- they're probably right. Left to my own devices, I don't think I'd make it to my next birthday.
I know that my parents are only protecting me because there are a lot of bad things in the world, it's just kind of hard to like it in the moment, you know?
I don't know. And it's not like they baby me or anything, it's just when it comes to basic rules like when we're allowed to stay out till, and whatnot, I always get the short end of the stick. The brothers can stay out till midnight, but I can't stay out past eight unless someone is with me but my dear brothers don't have to adhere to the same rules, which just sucks because it's ridiculous. But I can't seem to do anything about it because they are right.
So basically I feel as though I'm stuck.
Just let me hope that it can get better when I'm actually an adult. (And being a few inches taller would help, you hear that Universe??)
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This morning, twin brother and I found some ants near the potted plants in the kitchen on our way to school.
Brother promptly started to stomp on them, and I felt sad for the poor little creatures. They were just minding their own business and suddenly there's a big shoe coming down on them. It made me think of that Hey Little Ant book.
I know ants are annoying and everything, but they don't deserve to die. Sheesh.
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