take in everything they say. over the years friends have called me like a pushover with them. but its like this…
1. they’re my parents. you honor your mother and your father. its that simple.
2. nothing i ever wanted to defy them on i.e. growing my hair was worth what the defiance would mean. i didnt care about having longer hair as much as i care about the relationship i have with my parents
3. they are my parents and have always wanted and always will want whats best for me.
4. they raised me. spent their hard earned money on giving me life. the least i can do is what they ask of me. i know it will never cause me harm or cause harm to others and will most likely make me a better person. so why argue
ive seen friends LOSE THEIR SHIT at their parents over DOING THE DISHES.
“Darling, In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I’m gonna marry you. And I know that romantic testimonial isn’t quite the matrimonial proposition you were expecting, but I’m projecting a lovely future for us. You see, when the dead break free, I’ll come save you. I’ll be your knight in shining Kevlar, your cranium-crushing crusader, and safe in our barricaded bungalow, we’ll match moans for groans with the shambling horde outside. We’ll make love ’til death do we part, or at least til we start to run out of supplies, and if we get in a pinch, I’ve got a surprise,
see I’ll paralyze them with poetry, cause if there’s anything a zombie understands, it’s desire: Meanwhile, you lay down suppressive fire and we’ll take out as many as we can. And if in the end we are overrun, I’ll let them take me so you can get away. They can have my brain,
it’s my heart that beats for you.”—