I feel insecure. I feel inferior to some of my peers - just a victim to the hierarchy of highschool. I get despressed. I feel scared. I feel alone. Sometimes I wonder if my dad has the same feelings.
It's weird to question it, I know. Because we all have emotions, so they must feel the same way. But when you are young, your parents are like superheroes. You don't imagine that they cry or that they feel they are below others. But I've seen my parents cry. I've seen the downfalls of both of them and the shame written on their faces. I've seen my dad at his worst. I'll always love and acceept him.. I understand that he's not supposed to be perfect, no one's perfect. But where do we stand now? I know he's not a superheroe now.That childhood illusion has faded. But who are they? He used to be bigger than me, my role model my guidance but now that we're the same size...what do I do?
Are we supposed to bond? I've tried that. But where do you draw the line between the father and a friend? Sometimes I want to ask, do you feel insecure like I do? Do you feel our lower class status weighing down on you? Do you feel below some of your peers, like I do? I know you must feel. But now I want to hear it. I want to know that he's like me. I want to know that he is human. If he can't be a superheroe, he must be human.
The lesson in this would be to talk to your parents. When you're a teenager, I think you really start bonding with your parents (or turning away from them). You start to decide whether you like them as people or just love them because they gave you the gift of life. You start to see your parents as more than just that shelter. You start to bicker and the truth comes out. They come with you to a school function and for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, you hear those words, "I'm proud of you". You've established something -a father daughter relationship. You both understand you're imperfect, you fight and bicker, but at the end of the day you love eachother and admire eachother more than you'll ever let anyone else know.
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