I am very irritated by Blogger right now. I GRRRRRR in their general direction.

happiness
happiness is... being talked about by those that spawned you while you're still in the room
happiness is... being told to leave so that they may talk about you some more
happiness is... being told not to leave the house tonight because you're "being an asshole"
happiness is... being told you have a"shit attitude"
happiness is... never having a free breathe of air your entire life
Welcome to the fun part.
Parents often question their spawn as to why they are so surly. I have the answer now. I have never taken a free breath of air my entire life. Everything I have, all that I own, my small freedoms, can be easily taken away by a few simple words from a parent. Teens, who have possession of self, own nothing else. We are aware of who we are and the small freedoms we are allowed. The problem is, we are also aware of the fact that we own nothing. Our lives are guided by those who spawned us. The fathers who want to be obeyed, the mothers who want to be both best friend and authority figure. They live out their dreams of failed glory through their offspring. Every time we act out, try to gain some ground in this endless struggle, they can feel their hold slipping. They don't like that much. Trying to silence the uprisings, they exert a firmer control over their children, forcing them further and further away.
I don't really know why I'm pondering interactions between parent and child right now. I disagree with my parents alot, but that hardly qualifies me to reflect on all parent-child relationships.
I just had a argument with my parents about my disposition. They feel I have a "shit attitude (I swear, some day I'm just going to jump up on the table and shout, YOU'RE USING A NOUN.... TO MODIFY ANOTHER NOUN!!! )." I was falling asleep during dinner and, apparently, not answering the questions they asked of me. They were angry because this was a sign of my rebelliousness. I can't even be fatigued without having a secret agenda in this house. It's depressing. I wasn't angry until they started talking about me like I wasn't there. That's what angers me. My mother said something along the lines of "she's only looking for a fight." I don't like when people do that to me... like I'm not right there in the room, hearing them critisize my behavior. I was just being quiet. I was tired. So do let's bite Kate's head off for being tired at the dinner table!!!!!! GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I hate the double standard that exists here. If neil (brother) is quiet, he's pensive, meditating before be speaks. If I'm quiet, I'm obviously doing it to piss everyone off. It's all so irritating. I need to go now. Before I get too annoyed about this whole situation.

GAHHHHHH! I just typed up a whole long blog entry and then Blogger had to go and have problems!!!!!!!! Blogger irritates me!!!!!!!!!!!!