Don't get me wrong but there are times when our parents just don't listen to us. Earlier this day, I decided to do some encoding with regards to the draft for my first novel, When Havoc Meets Order, and to add at least a new post to my blog (THIS IS THE POST, ACTUALLY).
I mean, God commanded us, children, to obey our parents at all times. However, instances come when we desire to express our own opinion with regards to what could be better for us. Back to the situation earlier--> I decided to encode inside my room so that I could focus and proceed with the spontaneous flow of ideas into my head (but my mom wanted me in the living room to see what I was doing). Hell no! I get overly conscious when encoding something especially when one is observing. Hey! That's what writers feel! I persisted to encode in my room but my dad butted in and became the nagger he always is. So I sheepishly transferred my laptop into the living room and saw my writing prowess meet its doom.
What's more annoying is they see it as a way of rebellion! URGH! PUHLEASE!
Okay, I'm going to shut my mouth before I do more damage.
P.S.
HELP!
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