I would rather to die than to live like that. Everyday is filled with endless eating, meaningless talking, uninteresting people. I am stick to reading, but I can’t escape from a novel once I begtin it . I am so controless, and so easy to be indulged in all the meaningless matter.
I want to devote myself to reading. I hope I can read and mostly recite all the books I own. I want to be learned. I want to be a scholar. I want to be left alone. Living a life with simple food and plain clothes. In a word, a less material life. However, in order to stand in this society, I have to take excercises to lose weight, I have to be talktive and humor with many so called friends, I have to endure my mother’s endless speaks and my father’s two hours’ dinner.
Yes, they are my parents and I am their child. However, I no longer agree with them and take their words as if they must be right, for the reason that i, a 24 years old girl , who have received 16 years school education and have read so many masterpiece, have totally changed into a lady with independent thought, especially after expericing four years’ campus life. While, my parents have never changed since 20 years ago. When I was small, they taught me to be honest and humid. They ask me to do whatever they command. They are the gods who decide my happiness and sorrow, for my happiness is theirs and my sorrow is mostly from them. Doing wrong things always bring about mum’s blaming and dad’s fearful esspression. Now I wonder what if they do wrong things. They of course have the power to order me to do or not to do a thing. What if they themselves make the wrong choices which is very possible. Power without limiting will be abused. To a family, I think, it is also true.
He proposed three stages in psychosexual development: oral, anal, phallic. Erikson’s theory is psychosocial. From birth until about one and a half the child is going through the oral sensory stage. More about these theories and discussing the first two years of a child’s life will be discussed further on in this essay. The first two years of a child’s life is always the fastest. The baby ...
Yes, the world is big and the family is small. A child understands her parents’ hard life so well that she never say anything irrespectable to them even though they sometimes are really weak, mean, too easygoing. I am she. I am painful in heart. I can’t refuse their money and food, I can’t resist their out of date concept. I can’t disgust them but I do disgust them a little.
Though people are not perfect and people can’t choose their parents. I am now in pain for in such a family I can imagin that I can no longer do what I like freely and make any progress in my learning.
I want to run away ,yet there is no place I can go at present. 15days are before me. To stand the situation or to run bravely. I am so weak and I can’t make up my mind to leave home. They really love me at least, but sometimes love kills, especially a blind love connects with a narrow heart.
What should I do ? I cry and I know cry doesn’t help a bit. I try to make a conversation with them but they are impossible to really understand me as I expect. In most cases, they with their borne careless attitudes and natural good character, they will never take my words seriously, and they even laugh at me or say bad words to me.
I am going to be crazy. Only serious work or study can save me.