In which I take a deep breath and SIGH.
It looks like my parents have a very long way to go in accepting the fact that their daughter is no longer a little girl. I just told* my dad that I would be out this Saturday (Breakfast Appointment + Lunch + Clubbing) and my dad told me enough of this nonsense. He thinks that I should not be pulling off any more of this nonsense he had “graciously” allowed me to go to Penang earlier this month.
My initial reaction: Yeah Right Fuck Off. Then I took a deep breath.
Like hell I’m going to listen to him. I’ve quitted listening to him for a long time already. Do I feel scared? Not a bit. I feel resigned, yes, but it’s not resign that my dad has forbidden it and I won’t be going out. It’s resigned that I will be doing this without their blessing.
Not the first time and I think it’s not going to be the last. *Shrugs* Devil may care and all, but I’ll live this life the way I see fit, not as others, especially my parents, dictate. I’m no longer a child, and I refuse to be treated as one.
*Also, note that my parents (or more specifically that Man) hate it when my brother and I simply tell them things. It implies that we no longer have to ask them for permission, which means they have no more hold over us.
Which they don’t. At least not over me. If my brother is stupid enough to want to leech off my parents, that’s his problem. I don’t intend to.