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Strict parents have to be some of the most frustrating people on Earth. Let me explain why.
When you don’t have money to hang out with your friends, what are you supposed to do? Obviously, you ask your parents. But instead of helping, they ask the dumbest questions imaginable. Last time, my father actually said, “Show me a picture of the friends you’re hanging out with and give me their phone numbers.” I’m turning 17, and I’ve never even had €300 to my name. What makes it worse is that they won’t even let me get a job.
Another thing that drives me crazy is boxing. I’ve been boxing since 2020, and if you subtract all the breaks I took, that’s still about two years of consistent training. But my father kept telling me that I should build more muscle and start going to the gym. Every weekend he would show me elite boxers who have everything they need to put on muscle, as if I’m supposed to magically become like them overnight. So eventually, I quit boxing and decided to focus on the gym instead. And then he had the nerve to complain that I quit boxing. How am I even supposed to respond to that?
Both of my parents compare me to literally everyone who is better than me. No matter what I do, someone else is always smarter, stronger, richer, or more successful. I’m so sick of it that I barely even respond anymore. And when I do try to speak, somehow I’m always the loser who “doesn’t know anything about the real world.”
One thing I’ll never forget happened when my uncle came over. We were eating, and my mom mentioned that I was good at boxing. Instead of encouraging me, my uncle laughed and said that I’d probably get knocked out in sparring. The moment he said that, I was furious. Ever since then, I made a promise to myself: I’m going to improve, not for his approval, but to become so successful that people like him will regret ever looking down on me.
I’m tired of being treated like I know nothing. I’m tired of being compared to everyone else. I’m tired of people criticizing every decision I make and then complaining when I listen to them. At some point, all that anger turns into motivation. And maybe one day, the same people who doubted me will have no choice but to watch me succeed.
That is just the fucking tip of the iceberg
I HATE EVERY One THEM TO DEATH
When you don’t have money to hang out with your friends, what are you supposed to do? Obviously, you ask your parents. But instead of helping, they ask the dumbest questions imaginable. Last time, my father actually said, “Show me a picture of the friends you’re hanging out with and give me their phone numbers.” I’m turning 17, and I’ve never even had €300 to my name. What makes it worse is that they won’t even let me get a job.
Another thing that drives me crazy is boxing. I’ve been boxing since 2020, and if you subtract all the breaks I took, that’s still about two years of consistent training. But my father kept telling me that I should build more muscle and start going to the gym. Every weekend he would show me elite boxers who have everything they need to put on muscle, as if I’m supposed to magically become like them overnight. So eventually, I quit boxing and decided to focus on the gym instead. And then he had the nerve to complain that I quit boxing. How am I even supposed to respond to that?
Both of my parents compare me to literally everyone who is better than me. No matter what I do, someone else is always smarter, stronger, richer, or more successful. I’m so sick of it that I barely even respond anymore. And when I do try to speak, somehow I’m always the loser who “doesn’t know anything about the real world.”
One thing I’ll never forget happened when my uncle came over. We were eating, and my mom mentioned that I was good at boxing. Instead of encouraging me, my uncle laughed and said that I’d probably get knocked out in sparring. The moment he said that, I was furious. Ever since then, I made a promise to myself: I’m going to improve, not for his approval, but to become so successful that people like him will regret ever looking down on me.
I’m tired of being treated like I know nothing. I’m tired of being compared to everyone else. I’m tired of people criticizing every decision I make and then complaining when I listen to them. At some point, all that anger turns into motivation. And maybe one day, the same people who doubted me will have no choice but to watch me succeed.
That is just the fucking tip of the iceberg
I HATE EVERY One THEM TO DEATH
