What is the deal with parents?
By: Grog
Tags: Teenagers, Teenage Depression, Pressure, Depression, Parents

What on earth is wrong with parents? Why would anyone ever choose to bring up a child? Especially in this day and age? Madness.

It boggles my mind why anyone would ever think it’d be a good idea to have a child but then I look at my parents and I can’t help but smile. They made a wonderful choice, I know they did. I know that deep down, whilst I don’t get the overall “hype” of kids, they do and they love me and probably themselves for that. Children are a tricky thing to deal with and cope with, but they aren’t thoughts or medical issues. They are a living and breathing thing that deserved to be cared for, not dealt with. They’re much like plants except plants don’t talk, or spit, or dribble, or go off to college. They sit there and photosynthesize. So really, plants help us more than we help them so that’s awfully nice.

More about children, I hate them. It’s quite a bold thing to say at sixteen, but I honestly do. They scream and shout and cry, so I can only really relate and then resent them for it. What is the difference between a toddler and a teenager? Nothing, well, not nothing. But other than puberty, age, education and other things, teenagers are practically toddlers. I find myself laughing while typing this because it is true, teenagers act like children more than children act like children and it’s because they ARE children. People glorify teenagers and expect them to be more grown up than anything but I am one hundred percent sure that parents, more than anything, will agree that teenagers are kids. This is coming from a teenager herself, I wish grown ups would go do one and allow me to continue growing. I don’t need to worry about college and driving licenses yet so why am I being lead to worry that if I do something bad, it’ll affect my chances of it? God, I wish it wasn’t so difficult.

Parents are there for you more than anything, unless they’re not. Then that’s a whole different story. My parents sometimes aren’t there for me and it’s bittersweet. I’m glad that I can rely on them for certain things but I wish it was for all. For instance, I’m glad they’ll support me in my academic achievements, but they won’t, for the love of God, get me a stupid doctor’s appointment so I can discuss with a medical professional about my underlying medical issues. I know they grew up in a different time but I just wish they would actually care that their daughter spends days, even weeks, in slums of depression. I wish they would know that some days I can’t get out of bed, that I can’t be bothered to care for my hygiene, that some days I go without eating because I have no motivation to move or do anything other than lay there in silence and be surrounded by darkness and thoughts ebbing away at my mind, nitpicking at every single thing I have done in life. But of course, who really knows their child well enough to ask them if they are truly okay? Certainly not my parents.

Back to my original thought, why do parents choose to raise a child in this day and age? I can’t answer that unfortunately because I’m the one asking it. Hopefully I’ll meet someone who I can ask and receive an answer from. All I can do lately is hope, am I right? What is the actual deal with parents? Why do they suck so bad?

-Grog, 16.