Yah, they do get on my nerves. But so do just about everyone I know at one point or another end up doing. Its only natural for me. Mainly because I am unsure of life... for all I know I could be some main character in a video game and I'm just interacting with you guys, or anything else in this world that seems to be there but are just...w ell data... NPCs. How the hell would I know? Due to unsureness, I also think of many other people as less competant as I; despite my many flaws. I have certain beliefs which (theoritically) are highly accurate, however the rest of the world (in a stereotypical manor) would think of them as evil such as your standard bad guys.
Wow, talk about slightly off topic, although it wasn't really. But narrowing down on my parents, specefically. They can be complete idiots at times. I hate them for giving birth to me. Seriously, they couldn't have been more wrong. Just giving birth to me makes me ticked at them. /= However, both of them have incredibly horrible meory. So guess what? My memory is completely unpredictable. Most things in life I forget easily, whereas minor things no one expects me to remember can stay in my mind for an eternity. Next, the criticize everything I do and want to do. I go buy a game, and my mom doesn't complain about WHAT I buy, but complains about the cost. However, the cost is irrelevant. It isn't coming out of HER pockets. Also, I rarely spend money, and when I do, its usually just on one game. Then, my dad comes in and criticizes the games and stuff. Well guess what, the games I play require strategy, planning, quick thinking and deep thinking. Which is all perfectly healthy and lower brain lesions; reducing the risk for em getting dementia (stuff like alzheimer's).
My mom goes off and complains about how long I stay up at night and how late I wake up. I don't see why it matters, tis my life, my body, I get to choose what I do, no? Plus, its summer, time means nothing except dark = can't really go outside and during the day their is light so I could go outside. Thats pretty much it.
Many more things why they tick me off; but I'll only say one more thing about them. Everything that goes wrong; they blame me. Why? Probably because they aren't mature enough to tell the truth and blame themselves. Seriously, once my dad spazzed because he couldn't find one of his CDs for the computer so he grabbed my mom and I into the computer room and forced him to help searching for it. I just sat on the couch, and he yelled at me that if the CD wasn't found, I couldn't ever go back on the computer. Yet I never touched the CD and he lost it because of his own incompetance. Ironicaly, I found it nearly right awya when I got off the couch. I went through the CD rack and the CD was resting ontop of a case. I almost didn't want to evenm hand it to him. -_- I left the room and he never said thank. What a son of a bizatch, aye?