I was reading these Whisper App confessions and the topic was about adults looking back and realizing that their parents had been right about certain things with them. I think that when we hit that dreaded, awkward stage in our lives of being teenagers then we start believing that we know everything. Also, I shouldn't say that everyone's teenaged years were ALL bad, but in ANY stage of life you're in, there will be things that go wrong that you have to find solutions to, and that doesn't mean it's always some crisis issue that needs addressing. Moving on though... The topic got me thinking about what things were my parents actually right about and if I ever really listened to what they had to say... The first thing that came to mind (mostly because it coincides with what I was wanting to write about originally) was my dad saying that I was going to get tired of getting in trouble all the time (with my sister, Rachel). We seemed to always be grounded because of dumb shit ALL THE TIME! I was always being dragged into her shit and getting into trouble right along with her. It didn't hit me, right then and there, but it slowly began to sink in. I decided to distance myself from her dumbass antics. I still had her back if anyone were to fuck with her but I also didn't actively insert myself into the situation if it was unnecessary drama that she could have avoided from the beginning. She was still constantly into shit but I was at peace, in my room, because I was no longer involved. Another thing my parents were right about is the fact that "Not everyone is your friend." My mom threw a few cuss words in there but you get the general point. I am still learning how to apply this concept in my life, despite the fact that I am continually getting slapped in the face with various people I find myself associated with. Not everyone I come into contact with is a bad apple but sometimes you can just never really KNOW a person and that's where I go wrong a majority of the time. I've had a couple encounters where things and people weren't as they appeared. The hurt I feel is that I think that I am a damn good friend to have but there's always that risk to take in developing friendships. With there being so many different personalities out there and you're just hoping you find someone you can call your best friend that you can confide, is reliable, that you can have a genuine bond with. I have had so many "friends" who have drained me and my emotions because they're selfish and one-sided in things. I shouldn't have to feel like the only one who is there for you as you vent your heart out about your relationship problems or with anything you come to me about. There's a lot more I want to say on this matter but this post has dragged on long enough. In closing, my parents were right in that you have to be careful who you call your friends because they end up being one of the first ones to hurt you and stab you in the back.
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