Okay, for a while now I've been contemplating this, and it's about our parents. There seem to be a lot of blog posts of how a certain person hates their dad, or mom, and how they constantly invade their privacy or insult them or whatever. I know that I'm certainly not in their positions, but I always kind of thought that they were acting a bit like a spoiled brat. 

First of all, I think one of the main jobs as a parent is to look after you and make sure you're doing well, is that not right? And doing so means invading your privacy. I honestly don't think that anyone living with their parents should have a lock on their door. They should be able to walk into your room whenever, and have your passwords to your social media accounts, including this one, because in almost every child kidnapping case, parents never found the child mostly because they never really knew them. Do you talk to us like you talk to your parents? No? Well, that pretty much means you have a different personality online than offline. You act different around different people. And that's normal, if your parents know about it. 

In a recent kidnapping case, the police asked the mom and dad for the girl's phone password, and neither of them knew it. After several hours of hacking, the phone was opened to reveal crucial details necessary to solve the case. But it was too late. The girl was murdered, and if the parents knew the password, it could have spared a life. 

So basically, your parents should be able to walk into your room whenever they want, because who knows if you're looking at too y pictures of your bias or something? They might want to join in! ^^

Another thing. Your parents insult you? So do mine. They call me stupid, crazy, and they basically sigh and roll their eyes through their skull whenever I don't "use my common sense, aka my brain." 

Do you know what I call them? I call them retards, imbeciles, complete bullies, a curse, and I tell them that I wished they had never had me. (Or later... Dad! You should have used a !) 

Which is worse? The person who does something wrong, and instead of accepting it, proceeds to hate the people who loved them and gave them life, or the people who simply fight back when their loved one shoots poisonous words from their lips targeted for their weak spots?

Let's face it, our parents are only human. They make mistakes. And like humans, they have too much pride and pretty much always refuses to admit that they did something wrong. So do we. Maybe after years of believing that our parents were superheroes, when we finally saw the truth, the cold disappointment hurt us more than we'd like to admit. But they tried so hard for us. They gave us rides of their back, even though they already worked too hard that day, or they gave us our food from an airplane, even though they had better things to do. And they loved us. Look at yourself now. I know that if I had a child like me, I would have run away a while ago. 

But my mom and dad stayed. And loved me still.

Lastly, for the people that hate their parents, I honestly believe you don't. How can you? Unless they've actually done something horrible to you, or unless you really are a spoiled brat and you need to get off your high horse, I cannot fathom a child, no matter how old you are, being capable of hate. I can't. Most people get to feel love in their lives. It's wonderful. But very few actually know what it's like to hate. It's an awful feeling, and the word itself, like love, should not be used for simple purposes. Hate should only be brought out when you have nothing left. 

I have something left, and they are beautiful human beings. My mom and dad.