convolutedscience:

assiest:

double standards disgust me. when a guy sleeps with a ton of women he’s a stud but when a girl sleeps with a ton of women she’s a lesbian

That was not the way I expected that sentence to end.

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thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy:

gaaraofsuburbia:

tctisi:

It all makes sense now. Gay marriage and marijuana are being legalized at the same time.
Leviticus 20:13 says if a man lays with another man, he should be stoned.
We were just misinterpreting it.

WAIT

20:13

2013

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The number one problem with parent-child relationship has to be oblivion. Many parents are oblivious to what their children do, what they go through, and how they’re feeling. I suffer this problem with my parents.

I just had a mental breakdown/panic attack in my room. I was hitting things, hyperventilating; the works. While I can write a whole post on why I had one, I’ll curtail the story with saying that I usually bottle things up and it can blow overboard by the smallest, insignificant circumstances.

What causes me to resent my family mainly my parents is how they don’t know anything about me internally and don’t know what goes on in my life. I had a breakdown and no one knew. It’s like a physical embodiment of how one can feel like they are in a mental prison and people won’t have the slightest idea. It hasn’t been clinically tested or anything but sometimes I suffer with shit like depression and anxiety and my parents or family, hell most of my friends are completely unaware. Of course it should be up to me to tell someone or ask for help but there’s just something that makes me feel resent my world for being clueless.

When I become a parent, I don’t intend to be some super obstructive, overbearing, in-your-business sort of parents, but I will be a parent who’s not just a provider or caretaker, but a fucking friend. I want to be friends with my kid and know what goes on with them and will be the first line of defense if something is wrong.

I appreciate the two people who called me while I wasn’t doing okay and was panicking, but friends should not be my first line of defense, parents and family should. And it’s funny how often you can preach of “family” and not even know your own kids.

You know what really depresses me? How my parents don’t even know who I really am. I’m not upset with them currently nor have they triggered my to go on some raging rant at my fingertips. Its just really unfortunate.

In the house, I keep to my own business and seldom express my opinions. I’m also like this around other external family or places like church or something. This gives me a reputation around those people to be a quiet, shy, good boy. I agree with the good boy part cause all in all, I think I have my head on screwed straight compared to most of my peers. I mean yeah, I love to have reckless teenaged fun which entails many things in which I’ll avoid elaborating on, but regardless I like to treat everyone with cordiality, avoid sounding too boastful, and do what I gotta do.

It’s the “quiet” and “shy” part that kills me. I’m not quiet or shy because I’m afraid to say something. I’m quiet and shy when I know I’m around certain people that I can’t express opinions to. I consider myself to be quite the philosophical thinker and an open minded character. And 75% of the time, some of that percentage including time spent at home, I’m not around other open-minded people that think as deeply and intelligently as I do, so I just keep it shut because simply no one will understand.

It’s a burden. I mean psychologically, I’m still trying to figure out who I am as is every teen at this point in their life (I hope), but I think I have an idea of who I can tell you I really am. Around my friends or anyone who makes me feel comfortable, I’m very expressive and outgoing. I like to laugh, have teenaged fun which again entails many unmentionable things, and a whole bunch. While I want to just live my life and take appropriate risks, I don’t want to feel guilt that comes with ruining my parents trusting view of me. But thing is I’m simply tired of the guilt. I’m tired of making choices afraid if I’m going to upset someone or have someone disappointed in me. I want to take risks and live life. I didn’t say I wanted to be dumb and live life. Taking risks are totally different from being stupid.

Yeah man it’s probably something more I need to change for myself, but I really get depressed to think the people that are supposed to be closest to you don’t even understand you as much as you’d want them to.