I Absolutely Loathe When Parents Demand To Know Everything
Really? Really, Stepdad? Really?... Me: I'm going out tomorrow morning at seven.
Stepdad: Where at?
Me: At the college. My friend and I want to memorize where everything is so we won't get lost on the first day of school.
Stepdad: Oh... *Long pause* What friend?
Me: *A bit taken aback, wondering why the friend I happened to be going with (Nora) is so important* Just a friend.
Stepdad: What friend?
Me: *Getting annoyed* MY friend. *Hoping he will leave it alone, realize who I'm going with isn't all that important and that he knows the important stuff like the the where and why I'm going there*
Stepdad: WHICH friend?
Me: *Finally snapping, but trying to sound casual* Okay, I only hang out with two friends for the most part and you know them both. And I'm sure you know it has to be one of the two of them. Is knowing which friend of the both of them I'm going with THAT darn important?
Stepdad: *Looks at me suspiciously* Who the heck are you going out with?
Me: *Ignores his question* I'll be home around two in the afternoon. *Turns around and starts walking away, heading for my room*
Stepdad: *Raising his voice* HEY! Who are you going with?!
Me: *Raising my voice too as I lie* Samantha, GOD!!!!
Do I have a friend named Samantha? I do not. Why did I say Samantha when it was Nora I was going with? That's what I do when people push me for information I'm not willing to give out. Is it because I'm doing something wrong? No, not at all. Sometimes I just prefer to keep things to myself. My parents don't have to know everything. He knew where I was going, why I was going, what time I was leaving and what time I was going to be coming back. That's a lot more information than I usually give out, trust me. But it just wasn't enough for him. He kept pushing for more and me, usually not willing to give out more information about my whereabouts than absolutely necessary, got my buttons pushed. He wanted an unnecessary answer that bad, he got an unnecessary lie. Did he believe me? I'm pretty sure he didn't. But he probably learned by now that as long as he has the main and important details as to where I'm going and what I'm doing, he shouldn't push for more information. This is what I call giving the man an inch and him taking a foot.
Stepdad: Where at?
Me: At the college. My friend and I want to memorize where everything is so we won't get lost on the first day of school.
Stepdad: Oh... *Long pause* What friend?
Me: *A bit taken aback, wondering why the friend I happened to be going with (Nora) is so important* Just a friend.
Stepdad: What friend?
Me: *Getting annoyed* MY friend. *Hoping he will leave it alone, realize who I'm going with isn't all that important and that he knows the important stuff like the the where and why I'm going there*
Stepdad: WHICH friend?
Me: *Finally snapping, but trying to sound casual* Okay, I only hang out with two friends for the most part and you know them both. And I'm sure you know it has to be one of the two of them. Is knowing which friend of the both of them I'm going with THAT darn important?
Stepdad: *Looks at me suspiciously* Who the heck are you going out with?
Me: *Ignores his question* I'll be home around two in the afternoon. *Turns around and starts walking away, heading for my room*
Stepdad: *Raising his voice* HEY! Who are you going with?!
Me: *Raising my voice too as I lie* Samantha, GOD!!!!
Do I have a friend named Samantha? I do not. Why did I say Samantha when it was Nora I was going with? That's what I do when people push me for information I'm not willing to give out. Is it because I'm doing something wrong? No, not at all. Sometimes I just prefer to keep things to myself. My parents don't have to know everything. He knew where I was going, why I was going, what time I was leaving and what time I was going to be coming back. That's a lot more information than I usually give out, trust me. But it just wasn't enough for him. He kept pushing for more and me, usually not willing to give out more information about my whereabouts than absolutely necessary, got my buttons pushed. He wanted an unnecessary answer that bad, he got an unnecessary lie. Did he believe me? I'm pretty sure he didn't. But he probably learned by now that as long as he has the main and important details as to where I'm going and what I'm doing, he shouldn't push for more information. This is what I call giving the man an inch and him taking a foot.
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