So, I never thought I'd ever write a genuine post about my problems and how I feel, since I usually deal with my problems another way (diary, venting at people IRL, etc). But I really need to get this out of my system, even though nothing will be solved this way. Or any way, for that matter. Now that I think about it, you might think this is childish or a just trivial little matter I need to get over. So... I dunno if you still want to read, but be my guest.
SO. I've been wanting to go to this movie. Now, I've asked every one of my friends--I mean literally every one of my friends--but it turns out they're all too busy: jobs, relatives coming over, going out of town, and so on. Except for one friend. But I'm totally fine with it. I'm happy that even one friend can go with me. But the problem: my parents aren't okay. They're not happy that I'm going to see the movie with just one friend.
Now, this is ridiculous. Why would they have a problem with it, you ask? Well, I asked too. I asked myself. And then I figured it out within a millisecond. I'll tell you why. I'll tell you the real reason behind my parents' over-protectiveness. The reason: the friend is a guy. A boy. That's why my parents aren't allowing me to go. Because of that one teeny, tiny little reason. They're not saying it out loud, but of course that's the reason. I'm perfectly, unquestionably, undoubtedly, absolutely sure. And if it were one of my girl friends, they would be totally okay with it. In fact, they'd probably even offer to drive us there.
But no. They're being sexist and won't let me go with my guy friend. I keep telling them that he's a very nice guy, we're just friends (have been friends for a long time), and he won't do anything to me, 1000000000%. Besides, it is a movie theater. Nothing can happen there. Even if something does, there'll be a hundred people around us. It's not like I'm going over to his house or something. Which, now that I think about it, I have. But with another friend.
Which brings up another point. My parents said that I could go if another friend joined us. But wow, did they miss the part where I told them that they were all busy? Must've. Else I wouldn't be repeating myself like a broken record.
So, here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, typing all this out. I guess I feel a little better, if only just a little. But the problem is still there. It hasn't disappeared. It hasn't disintegrated into a million particles. My parents are still close-minded. And I still have to find a way to tell my friend. And I need to do it carefully, because I definitely don't want to make it seem like I don't want to go with him; he's my friend, and friends don't do that to each other. They just don't. No matter how easy-going he is. I just hate being that person who cancels plans.
And the worst part is, I should have expected all this. I shouldn't have been all hyped up and excited about going to see this movie. Somehow, I feel like it's all my fault that my parents reacted this way. Like, if I'd predicted this would happen, they would have said something different.
I'm sorry if I sound like a complete emo. Maybe I am becoming one. Over some dumb little problem. I don't know what to do anymore. My heart tells me there should be some other way around the wall,--maybe a crack, a ladder, or even just another friend without plans--but my mind tells me that's just wishful thinking. That this is a dead end, and I need to turn around and take the other route. I don't know what to do.
If you seriously read all that, I applaud you. And thanks for reading my little teenage dilemma. You're kinda amazing for reading this. But yeah, I think I just needed somewhere to rant and vent out all my frustration. And I apologize for making you read all that just because of something so trivial. I know there are bigger problems out there, bigger problems that people have to face everyday, but I feel so helpless, I just needed to do this.
