My dad said something to the effect of "it's good to see there's a nineteen year old Zen master in the house" when I told them (my parents) they're making things too complicated. I'm not a Zen master, but I think I can see bullshit where there is bullshit. We're just animals (or sick animals, if you like Freud) and we take ourselves far too seriously. Sure, I have a computer and my neighbor's dog does not. We're not being chased by other predators in the middle of freakin' Africa, and we have had social, agricultural, and industrial revolutions, so we are perhaps not living like we used to. But you can live your life and enjoy it as much as possible without having undue stress to replace being stuck in a tree with a cheetah at the base of the trunk. This does not mean I strive to boringly put square pegs in square holes forever, and it does not mean I won't be able to survive in this competitive world my dad keeps describing.
I'm not really sure what's going on regarding my life at home. My parents keep adding stress where there should be none, and they keep creating drama out of thin air.
I can sleep until 1:30pm when I do not have school until 3:30 and everything will be okay. I've learned how to get all of my reading and papers done for school without freaking out. I do not need my parents to bark at me; I get the shit done on my own. If you, my parents, have lost faith in me, then stop trying to get it back. Leave me the fuck alone and let my grades speak for themselves.
I go to bed late because that is what people do, not because I disrepect you or any other reason that makes you the focus of my decisions.
Almost every single day I arrive home in a good mood, or am in a good mood at home, then one of my parents—or the legendary tag team—comes in and tells me everything that is wrong with my life. Get over it.