I don't know how to get my parents to stay out of my room and I am honestly starting to get a little irate about it. It's hard to really explain well, but I'll give it a try. I know I'm living under their roof--actually, it's technically just my dad's roof because he's the one paying the mortgage--but this is my room. It's my one teeny tiny claim to independence and I wish to all hell that they would just let me have this. I keep my room tidy and I've been nearly obsessive about cleaning it lately and I just think that I'm old enough for my parents to stop following behind me and cleaning up after me even though I've already cleaned up after myself! I don't even care if it's therapeutic for my dad to bust out all of his household cleaning products this late at night. Scrub the entire place until the paint starts to wear off the walls, but leave my room alone. I don't understand why this is difficult!
What really irks me is when I walk into my room and see something out of place. Do not play games with me like I don't spend almost of all my time in this bedroom when I'm not at school or work! Yes, I sure as hell did notice that someone was in here because my reading chair was moved. I angle it in a very particular way and even if it had only been budged an inch, I sure as shit would know it. I swear to God, I would feel it. The icing on this rant cake is that my dad was in here to vacuum the floors. HELLO, I LITERALLY DID THAT MYSELF YESTERDAY. Efffffff!
Every age is a tough age when it comes to dealing with your parents, in my opinion, but it's becoming clearer and clearer that I am well into a transitional phase. My mind knows it's time to move on and move out. The question is: when?
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