Parents grrrrrrr

Yeah well.... It had to happen sometime....cause it was building up on me for years now... ever since the trip we took to Iran. It had been on my mind. It had been eating me from the inside. So finally two days ago I let it all out. I had a major fight with my parents. Now they finally know how I have felt... how they made me feel all over the years and how I feel now....just because of their acts.
It even had a side-effect too. It was also a confession to myself.
I NOW really understand what horror I have been through over the years. But I do not pity myself nor I want others to do so. I'm merely making a confession. Clearing up the misunderstandings. Telling the truth. NO longer submerging my problems under the, so called, glamorous fake-life I'm supposed to be having.

What disturbs me more than these facts, is the idea that this is normal for my, so called, culture. Because my parents parents did the same to their kids, now I have to suffer the same. Well I protest. I object. I refuse to act the same way my primitive parents did. I am a man who stands for his idea's, beliefs and principles. I no longer fear the people above me. I merely pity them. Mostly for their ignorance and narrowmindedness.

There are no lessons to be learned. The lesson of objecting to your previous generation is one my parents skipped and therefore I have to learn twice.