I think the bad thing about my parents is that they still treat me like a little kid. Most of the time when they talk to other people about me, they're like, "Oh, little David's always...blah blah blah" and it's a little embarrassing, especially when some of my friends are listening. I mean, there's Roy (my little brother). Why don't they just talk like that about him? He's just ten, after all.
And my dad's like, so overprotective. Geez, I'm in college, for heaven's sake. He's always like, "Son, let me carry your bag" or something like that. And despite him being caring and all, he has a pretty short temper, especially when he asks us brothers to do something.
And there's nothing really wrong with my mom, but when she starts yelling at my brothers for doing something stupid, I just get really annoyed. Her lectures get kinda too repetitive, it's like a CD playing over and over. And I hate it when people yell at each other or fight, especially inside our house.
Oh, and nice thread, man.
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