I mean, yes I know it’s “for my own good” and that they’re just “protecting me.”  I “live under their roof” so I have to “follow their rules.”  BUT HONESTLY.  I’m leaving for New York in less than three weeks, without any guidance at all from them.  My parents are overly strict, and it honestly makes no sense.

I still have curfew.  Not any curfew.  Not like your normal white kid’s curfew at 1am.  I have to be home at 11pm.  What an absurd curfew.  I have no idea how it started, because I remember coming home much later than that before with no problems, but now if I’m not home in time I get several nasty phone calls and a questioning lecture when I get home.  Then, I must provide the numbers of the people I claim to be with.  I’m not allowed to leave the house after it gets dark either, because it’s too late.  I’m never going to see these people again, and time is expiring rapidly.  Do I really have to cut our outings short?

And on top of that, my parents still dictate who I’m friends with.  People of the male gender are out of the question, with an exception (note “an”).  My parents are also very wary of me hanging out with white girls, which makes no sense since I live in Nebraska for god’s sake.  They watch too much TV and think all of them are like the girls from spring break shows.  And then they tell me not to hang out with too many Vietnamese kids, because trust them, they know what they’re like.  Filipino kids?  Mexicans? Blacks? No, no, and no. I left out other ethnicities, because I don’t run into them on a regular basis.  However, my parents have already told me to avoid: Chinese kids and Korean kids, due to unrequited Viet/Chinese hate and my mom finding out that Koreans that can’t get a girl find a Viet girl, marry them, treat them terribly, and beat them.  I guess all I have left are Japanese people…. Only because Sony is my dad’s favorite brand. wtf.

Recently I got a new laptop for school.  Why, yes, it is a VAIO.  They still monitor my activity.  Chatting with people?  No.  Facebook?  Let me see.  What are you looking at?  Who’s that email from?  What are you playing?  BLAH BLAH BLAH.

So my parents have serious trust issues with me, which I find to be completely ironic.