Angst

How do you deal with parents who ask too many questions at the wrong times, too little questions at the wrong times, say things that couldn’t possibly have any positive effect on the conversation at hand, much less, the relationship? How do you make them understand what you’re saying? I feel like I must be the only person on the planet who has parents like I do. It’s as if they just never got the hint as to what being a parent is all about.
Not like normal parents who don’t understand their teenager. I mean, coming from as objectionable a view as possible, my parents never quite figured out how to be parents. Like I said, they don’t ask the right questions, nor the right amount. It shouldn’t have been up to me as a young teen to decide whether or not I told my parents where I was going, yet it was. But then, when I get home from school or someone’s house or a trip somewhere, they would never ask how it went, and if they did, it was to only find out a bit of what I did, rather than whether or not I really liked it. Alas, they never seemed too interested in what I was doing. Never seemed overly enthusiastic about helping me with my schoolwork or getting me to even study a bit (which is most regretful). And now, I’ve grown up, realized what’s happened. But there’s no feasible way to change anything. It’s like never turning in a homework assignment the whole semester, getting down to the week before finals and hoping to pass the class. You do the math.

edit: I think it’ll be okay though.