parents feel insecure as well. and it pains me the fact that i don't sympathise them but instead occasionally feel a sense of trimph.

i hate it when they seem so sure about themselves sometimes never ever admitting that they are wrong. yet they show it in different ways than one in an abstract manner that some may have to look at it twice before notcing it. i guess is the understanding of between mother and child or father and child, the relationships that is build around one to understand the other.

parents (like mine) can be so infuriating almost every day of our lives. they are the endless tell tales of our stories that we struggle to keep up with. it is basically a hate love relationship that never end. not until the day we regret something we knew we shouldn't have said.

sometimes our lives are too peaceful that we feel that we must aggrivate something. and who should we do it to but to the people we claim (and we know) should love?

it doesn't work all ways but i guess we could say is the basic funtional family.