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First things first, you're not entirely wrong, but you're not entirely right. Yes, I did laze around for the past 2 days. I could have done so many things there. Yes, I'm to blame. But no, you don't get the wanted effect with the way you approached the matter. You only get unresounding bitterness from both ends.

I just think that it's unreasonable that you should get worked up over it. I'm thinking, why should you be so pissed? On top of that, you like to say that I'm "such a disappointment" and that I "get your blood pressure up, causing you a blardy problem."

Reality check: You get pissed EVERY DAY. Someone will ALWAYS do something wrong, and that'll get you started. Wonderful. Just wonderful. It makes me feel oh so much better that all of us are the bane of your life. That we are a disappointment. And all we do is make your life miserable. None of us give a damn about anything unless you stuff it into our faces. Nothing we do is right; everything you say and do is.

*after a few moments of bitching*

Then again, if I were in your shoes, I could probably understand it. Some of the parental excuses I can think of:

-don't want her to miss the scholarship
-former experience->sort of giving advice
-think of how it could help us financially
-it'd be great for everyone if you could get it
-don't want you to take over your brother's don't-give-a-damn attitude

But I still stand firm in my opinion that you doesn't have to approach every matter by raising your voice a few thousand dB. In case you didn't know already, it "turns us off", in dad's words. I can't possibly imagine how raising tempers gets people to listen to you willingly and attentively. There is a vivid difference in having clarity in speech and just plain yelling.

You tell us yourself, stop assuming. And yet you're the one making all the assumptions: That we don't listen. We do. I do. Just that your tone makes us want to do the exact opposite. That we don't give a damn. We do. Just taking our own pace. I mean, as long as we do it within the limits set we'd be okay, right?

It's like a kid in a swimming pool. Mom says not to go beyond the 1m mark. The kid plays around, knowing that if he'd go beyond it, he'd get in trouble. But while he's still behind the line, playing with the other kids, mom comes and drags him back, scolding him for disobeying her. The kid's confused. And so am I. We can see the limit set, we don't go beyond it. Just because we're nearing it doesn't mean we forget about it entirely.

There are so many things you've yet to know about us, and us you. How the hell are we supposed to overcome this if you're being so pushy? You are unable to open yourself to us, and us you. We actually have to WAIT for you to be of better temperament before talking to you at all.

Its correct to remind and reprimand us, but we're only human. We have feelings just like you. So why don't you try imagining what its like to be us and you screaming at us? I'm sure you don't think its fun, so why do it?You can approach us like we're your kids and not your selected untrustworthy staff from Timbuktu or wherever. We may have grown up physically, but we're still kids at heart, and in yours, we'd always be kids. I don't say that you should treat us like babies, directing us at every step, but be liberal, you know? We'd get claustrophobic with your smothering presence.

It is true that nothing can be accomplished if only one end tries to make peace; the other has to comply reasonably as well.

I am trying to be understanding, I try. I try so hard to not get you angry. I'm also already trying to get the guys to be compliant, and be less rebellious. It's not much, but it's a start. Regardless, you still get angry one way or the other. What's worse, you unleash your wrath for some of the most trifle reasons. That is the injustice that screams at me every time it happens. I can't help but feel this way. Give me a reason to throw this feeling away.