Top Ten Things Your Parents Do That You Don't Like
One time I wasn't allowed to watch a movie because it had people in it, even though there was nothing inappropriate.
I'm not allowed to do anything social online... so I guess voting on this list was against my parents' wishes.
My mom is Asian, and she thinks I will get instant diabetes if I eat just ONE TINY BITE of dessert...
They do it all the time. They don't like that I am not an extrovert or other things about me.
For example, when my dad says only my mom can go into Walmart while I have to stay in the car, it instantly makes me sad because I can't pick anything out at the store myself. It's not fun.
No matter the circumstances - whether it's sunny or rainy, day or night, whether my little sister throws a tantrum or not, whether I misbehave or not, whether we need just a little or a lot of things - I just don't like it at all. I also worry that Dad might lecture me the whole time while Mom shops alone without me.
They get to enjoy what they like themselves!
What's wrong with old songs? One day, in sixth grade, I heard my dad playing some rare old Hindi songs from the 1960s and 70s on his computer. I found them so captivating that I felt they were better than the stupid Tamil song Appadi Podu that my mom made me sing as punishment that same year.
What I hate is that whenever I'm around, they always play cringey Indian songs or Hindu god songs. They sometimes even sing along too. I just hate whenever they sing in general - it gets stuck in my head, and I can't stand it! It gives me a cringe attack.
My dad always sings those modern Bengali songs at a very loud volume, like Tumi Robe Nirobe. Ugh, it's so boring! He sings so horribly, even worse than Atif Aslam or Honey Singh!
My dad always changes the word "you" to "poo" and sings in public. It's really embarrassing.
Nobody seems to take me seriously because I am shy and short. Everyone thinks I am cute, small, and innocent when I just want to be understood.
Don't mess with short people when they're angry! Despite my petite physique, I can flip furniture across the room if I am mad enough.
Apparently, anything I like is automatically trash. I like Nicki Minaj, but when I talk about her, my dad acts like she's the worst thing to ever happen to this world. My parents, especially my dad, think EVERYTHING I LIKE is trash.
My dad doesn't like K-Pop. He also can't stand Atif Aslam or Honey Singh. He thinks the song Chain Khuli Ki Main Khuli has a horrible picturization. He prefers ghazal-type music like Jagjit Singh, Ghulam Ali, or Mehdi Hassan. But we both hate the song Ek Chumma from Housefull 4. My mom, on the other hand, doesn't like sad or silly songs.
My mom ruined Señorita, Moves Like Jagger, and Sorry Not Sorry for me. I am NOT showing her Taylor Swift unless she buys me her merch, takes me to one of her concerts, or gets Taylor Swift to meet me in person.
My mum singing my favorite songs has completely ruined them for me.
Please don't tell me your parents listen to One Direction.
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My dad constantly reminds me to be kind, even when I'm not being mean, rude, or anything like that. And that's all he tells me to be: kind. He never says, Be brave, Be smart, Be mature, Be wise, Be honest, Be confident, Be obedient, Be dynamic, Be adventurous, Be inspired, Be hardworking, Be creative, or Be productive.
I wish he could stop this right now.
I have a mother who says I'm too young for horror movies. She even called me mature! Excuse me?! Mature people do drugs, alcohol, smoking, porn, sex, nudity, and swearing - everything R-RATED!
Once my mom yelled at me in front of my relatives and made me cry in public. She refused to apologize to me even though she scared (and embarrassed) me!
Especially if you don't feel like apologizing...
Even when they're helping you out, they do it. Do that chore you already did, or I won't help at all. Damn it.
Don't remind me. I don't want to talk about it. Plus, my dad threatened me that if I didn't know the answer to a question, he would slap me.
I was born into a Hindu family, but I consider myself agnostic. I've felt this way since middle school, though I only realized it during high school. If I told my parents, they would probably be mad. Either way, they wouldn't support it and would tell me some nonsense about how everyone is religious, and that people who aren't religious lack discipline and become bad individuals.
My parents are very religious, especially my mom. She forces my little brother and me to participate in pointless prayers and rituals. Sometimes, we are forced to go to the temple. It's frustrating when we have to stay there for long periods, like two hours or more. We're also forbidden from eating beef and forced to be vegetarian on religious days. I hate it so much.
Three months ago, when I left for college, I started breaking these rules behind their backs.
Even worse is the silent treatment. Once, my dad got so mad at me that he refused to talk to me for several days, despite the fact that I was trying to apologize.
My dad does this to me whenever he's SUPER angry. It's really hurtful, and I really want to apologize and explain my feelings.
It's quite annoying, but I've gotten used to it.
I wish this had been added sooner. My parents only view me as immature when I start showing signs of it, but when I'm mature (which is most of the time), they never acknowledge it.
Meanwhile, my mom spends her days at home playing on her iPhone, and my dad complains about everything else (who yells at the TV, honestly?).
My mum accuses me of being immature and swears at me for no reason. She even takes her anger out on me.
This used to happen to me when I was younger. They would say stuff like, I wish you were more like Lacey, or, Alex is the smartest guy in the class.
Thank God I'm 21 now, and that no longer happens to me!
This is ranked too low for what it really means. Parents love to compare you to that one friend who has higher grades (let's call him Bob). However, if you outperform Bob on a test, they'll say, "Don't compare yourself to Bob. You should only compare yourself to those who are better than you."
At that moment, you'd want to say, "Excuse me, but how many times have you said Bob is better than me? He can't suddenly be worse than me just because he did poorly on one test, right? According to you, Mom, Bob is smarter, more talented, and more polite than I am by far." But you can't say anything because you know your parents will find some ridiculous excuse to defend themselves.
Again, another bad habit of my dad. He's always lazy, leaving his dirty socks EVERYWHERE!
Mom tries to tell him to pick them up, but Dad just ignores it like he's an immature teenager.
My mom once said she had me and my siblings so she wouldn't have to do things.
My mum does this when I am tired or not feeling well. Then she goes on about... umm, vajayjays and puberty stuff IN PUBLIC, and I tell her I feel awkward, but she says, "Nobody cares." UGH.
This isn't a bad thing. It's actually funny because I can totally relate to this! Every time I'm not feeling well, my mom asks the same thing, lol. I respect that she cares, though, because I've had really bad cramps before, and she was always there for me.
When I was in eighth grade, while I was sitting on the sofa doing my homework, I accidentally dropped a cookie on the floor. I didn't realize I had stepped on it, but when Dad came, he got extremely angry at me for smashing the cookie and ruining the floor.
I dropped something, and she calls me clumsy.
I carry heavy objects, and she thinks I will injure myself (the object is only like 20 lbs).
I accidentally made my sister mad or cry, and she screams at me like I've murdered someone.
Story of my life here.