Monday, December 12, 2011


It was confirmed a few days ago, thirty does not gain respect from other adults, at least not your parents. My family had a few friends over on Saturday evening, mainly adults my parents' age but a couple younger ladies closer to my age as well.

We weren't going out, just staying in the house to have supper, play some games, and watch TV. As usual, I wanted to stay barefoot, since we weren't going out, I didn't see a problem with it. Apparently there's an unwritten rule that this isn't allowed, my parents would not allow it in any uncertain terms. Their reasoning consisted of such things as "we don't want to see your hairy toes," "nobody would go around the house the house barefoot when it's 30 degrees outside," and "it's gross." Great substantial facts, right? Well, you'll have to look very close to find the hair and I can fairly easily find a list of people who go outside barefoot when it's 30 degrees, or less, especially in a house that's heated to the low 70's.

I've been trying to decide what to do since then. Any time I start to think about it, I can't come up with calm responses. Three years ago this exact same thing happened, and I went on a crusade to commit suicide, and came close. I know that I have also posted about this before at other times. Unfortunately, I know my parents will not listen to me no matter what I say. My entire life has been subject to their will, they don't care about my opinions.

This time around I am rational enough to not go off the deep end as mentioned before, but it is an area that needs to be addressed. These parties, or more accurately get-togethers, aren't all that enjoyable for me in the first place. I would at least like to be treated as an adult and dress as I prefer, which is barefoot. Hopefully I can come up with something, and pray for patience on everybody's part. The next planned party is New Year's Eve, so I have a little time remaining at least.

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