This goes on for sometime, until the "adults" can't handle it anymore! They have spent their child(ren)'s entire lives babying them along, suffering through the excruciating pain of sitting through our elementary school orchestra concerts, where the whole violin section never failed to sound as if someone were filing their nails on a chalkboard. After all of this, they are not going to stand around while an emotionally abusive teenager sit on some high pedestal, lecturing in disgust. Why should they have to, would you? No.
So they do what comes naturally, take revenge. And eye for an eye, an insult for an insult. They start to point out every single little thing we do wrong, now their even. But, they want to make sure we get the message, so they take it one step further, they start looking for things we do wrong instead of just noticing them. This in turn, is the source of World War 5,893. What gives us the right to pick on them, we're only teenagers? What do we know? We are amateurs!
Hold it, amateurs, what a term? This is where our grandparents spring into laughter. What do our parents know about being parents? Did we arrive with some sort of manual explaining how to raise us? Of course not, parents have no idea what they are doing? That does not mean we need to point it out! Because, as we've, heard we don't know what we are doing either. So really no one should be picking out anyone else's flaws. The one thing parents do have on us teenagers, though, is that they have survived the teenage experience. They know a thing or two about life in our shoes. They probably have some advice to offer, if we take it. We just have to sort out, what's advice, and what's a frustrated insult. The next step is to communicate, ask for advice, tell your parents things they say that are insulting. When the airways are clear, World War 5, 893 becomes a happy healthy household.
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