Parents and children
I don’t really understand how this relationship parent-child works. Where do those maternal feelings come from? Why do parents love their children that much???
I mean I sometimes feel like a stranger in this house. Here are my parents who form a couple, who love each other and here I am, a stranger living in the same house as they do, eating at their table and asking them for money. I sometimes feel that there’s no bond between us, that they just tolerate me. I am aware of the immense love my mum has for me, but still… this place doesn’t always feel like home.You’re pregnant. You give birth to a child. At first you are amazed that you gave birth to a human being. Then you see how helpless he is without you and you help him survive. You give him a proper education and send him to college. And then it’s over. Or at least it should be. You as a parent did you best, but now he’s on his own. But why do parents take care of us as long as they live? Just because we’re a result of their love? That’s a stupid reason. Why do they put up with us for such a long time, even for a lifetime? Why do they always try to ensure we have everything we want and why do they both the things we want? Why can’t they simply say: ‘Son, I just don’t want you in my house anymore. Please pack your bags and leave’. Why do they have to worry and cry for a stranger? I just don’t get it…I’m sure many of you will simply tell me that I’ll be able to understand such complicated feelings in a few years time when I’ll be married and I’ll want to have children. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just too childish to understand such emotions or maybe I simply don’t have them.
I mean I sometimes feel like a stranger in this house. Here are my parents who form a couple, who love each other and here I am, a stranger living in the same house as they do, eating at their table and asking them for money. I sometimes feel that there’s no bond between us, that they just tolerate me. I am aware of the immense love my mum has for me, but still… this place doesn’t always feel like home.You’re pregnant. You give birth to a child. At first you are amazed that you gave birth to a human being. Then you see how helpless he is without you and you help him survive. You give him a proper education and send him to college. And then it’s over. Or at least it should be. You as a parent did you best, but now he’s on his own. But why do parents take care of us as long as they live? Just because we’re a result of their love? That’s a stupid reason. Why do they put up with us for such a long time, even for a lifetime? Why do they always try to ensure we have everything we want and why do they both the things we want? Why can’t they simply say: ‘Son, I just don’t want you in my house anymore. Please pack your bags and leave’. Why do they have to worry and cry for a stranger? I just don’t get it…I’m sure many of you will simply tell me that I’ll be able to understand such complicated feelings in a few years time when I’ll be married and I’ll want to have children. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just too childish to understand such emotions or maybe I simply don’t have them.
Oh, I’m going to watch TV. I do that only on Wednesday, cause I really like that show. Kisses! :*
I don’t want to see my mother crying anymore!!! I don’t want to see her suffer! She’s such a strong person, she’s so good with others, she always helps people who ask for her help, she has a golden soul. So why does she have to suffer??? WHY?And all that pain and suffering that’s all around us… I hate hospitals cause I only see pain there. How can doctors and nurses be immune to all that pain? How can they not care? 
I’d never be able to do such a job. I’d rather starve than working in a hospital. It’s the ‘house of pain’. There are also so many people in the whole world who have no one to take care of them, no on to talk to, no one to love them… And when they are sick and unable to do certain things by themselves, whom do they turn to? It’s such a material world out there! If you don’t have money you’re condemned to death by today’s society. It’s such a cruel world. There are so many modest people who don’t afford to pay for an operation and here, in Romania, are many retired people who don’t have the money to buy the medicine they need. And many of them simply die. How can we allow such a terrible thing to happy? WHY?When I think of all those rich and stupid people who care more about a football team than a man’s life, it simply makes me sick. They have money, more than anyone could ever dream of, but they refuse to help others. WHY are we so selfish? Why do we have this retarded impression that if we help someone, we won’t be able to help ourselves? Why do we believe that by giving money to charity or simply buying bread for a homeless man we do a bad thing? Where is our pity and our love for our kind??? WHY did we kill all that was good in us??? WHY?I’ve just remembered about a shocking thing that happened to my aunt. Her mother was a bit senile and had some periods when she just disappeared. My aunt kept an eye on her but at one moment she disappeared again, but this time, never came back. My aunt was so sad. She announced the police, put her picture in newspapers, did everything that she could to find her mother. She also called to an asylum for mental diseases where her mother was once brought from her ‘walks. She was not there. After 2-3 moths of suffering she received a call from the Police Department telling her to go to that asylum to identify a body. She went and… it was her mother. She had died for about a week. And those bastards didn’t call her! They’d lied telling her that her mother was not there. Her hands and feet were eaten by rats, her body was decomposing… I can’t imagine how did my aunt feel, but I know she was on the point of madness. Heartless people… cruel… full o hatred… how could they do such a thing? They have no respect for live not for death… they don’t fear anything or anyone… they think they’re gods but they nothing but shit.
