Day 19 - Disrespecting your parents.

I don't like to disrespect my parents since they're genuinely decent people for the most part, but sometimes it's unavoidable. I remember when my parents seemed like perfect infallible sagacious sources of authority. I'm glad that illusion is over, but I sometimes miss the security of having it. But I am extremely grateful to finally have the age-given freedom to make my own decisions in life, and once I make up my mind about something, I do not appreciate it when someone messes with my plans (but what else are parents to do), and on such occasions I can become fairly...disrespectful. Several such disagreements: 1) The first one I remember: I had been playing Final Fantasy VIII for several hours, and my dad had been pestering me to stop. I kept telling him I just needed to get to a save point. I was on the second disk, right before the big fight with Edea on Galbadia Garden...Finally, there it was. I was seconds away when out of nowhere he completely unplugged my PlayStation and hid it in storage! Didn't even bother to turn it off! That can cause serious damage, dammit! Fuming rage and tears ensued. I remember my mom asked me if I was crying because I made my dad angry or because of my PlayStation. "PlayStation!", I replied honestly. I waited until he went to work, took back my console, plugged it in and kept playing in a daring act of disobedience, but I couldn't even enjoy the game because I was still mad. A similar tantrum occurred when they made me miss the beginning of an 8-hour long Star Trek TNG marathon. 2) My mom is not always the tactful type, and doesn't seem to understand my disdain for comments like "Oh, you're going to go out in public looking like that?" on any occasion I don't happen to be wearing makeup, or how she never misses an opportunity to point out a pimple, or the size of my ass (luckily no pimples the size of my ass have been spotted. Double threat avoided!). Anyway, I have imperfections, so does everyone else. I know they're there! I've seen them! Why does it matter so much? That's the basic extent of our arguments (although there do seem to be a lot). So, basically, I respect my parents to the extent that their actions do not interfere with what I want for myself, and I think that's fair, because otherwise parents will always try to overextend their grasp on a child's life, and that can be very stifling.