The thing about Filipino parents (Filipinos in particular), at least the people I live with, is that they can’t let shit go. I’m talking about the really Filipino people, the Filipino people that were born and raised in the Philippines, immigrated to the United States of America, and now live there bringing their old style mentalities and principles with them.

Their parenting styles are the type of styles they grew up with, probably altered because of some experience (bad or good) they’ve had growing up. Not only do we not understand how, and why they act like that, but they don’t generally understand us (the American kids) - they have that same way of thinking towards us - since we are, obviously, both raised in completely different worlds. They were raised in a time very differently to that of what we are all raised in today: compters, social networking, and all that electronic, materialistic bullshit.

I don’t know why my Filipino parents have that type of an aggressive, interrogative behavior. It’s where when you do not what to talk about things because it is an absolute inappropriate time to talk about your feelings (you had a bad day or it’s something YOU REALLY DON’T NEED TO TALK ABOUT) and your own Filipino parents FORCE YOU to talk about it or they’ll get pissed off and yell at you. My dad gets into anger tantrums and throws a fit and my mom gets paranoid and suspicious that she suspects something outrageous such as her having the notion that I snort or sell cocaine, murdered someone, got a woman pregnant, or robbed a bank.

When a person doesn’t want to talk about then HE or SHE does not want to talk about it. Filipino parents always have to be confrontational towards their children - at least mine are but I’ve known tons of other teens that have that same problem as I had. It’s a been more embarrassing now that my parents still act like this when I’m not a teen anymore.

It’s even worse when it comes after a huge altercation, sometimes between me and them - usually happens when there has been simple misunderstanding that they happen to make it into a completely HUGE fucking thing. They have the fucking decency to come barging into my room to tell me to do things…What? No apologies? I’m supposed to apologize? I barely did anything, I just stood there and took all the yelling into my ear drums. I should be apologizing for even being Filipino or even being their kid. It takes time and patience, everyone needs a whole lot of alone time after an altercation to get it all together, to be calm and organize yourself, to be able put your mind back into place so you won’t become insane (unfortunately, I have become just that). But NO, my Filipino parents don’t do that! They just rush shit up in jiffy, FUCK IT! Let’s just barge into our own son’s room and demand EVERYTHING!

With all I’ve said, you’re probably thinking, “wow, this kid is spoiled!” No shit, Sherlock. My parents spoiled me so much, they spent less time with me and more money on me, mainly on unnecessary shit. Sure, let’s spend money on our son going to a private school where he is most likely going to FUCK UP. First off, let me get off track for a bit, that’s the fucking mentality my parents have: GOOD SCHOOL = GOOD PERSON, they spend crazy fucking money to send me to an expensive as fuck private school for 9 years where I have become emotionally unstable because of the environment and the fact I had no friends and wanted to start off fresh in a newer school, WHICH WOULD THEN…make a good person. Fuck that shit.