I don't actually know how to put this into words.
Only that it's happening again.
My Romeo&Juliet situation. Only this time it's with Gary. And this time it hurts more.
I can't have him torn away from me so unfairly.
And I can't have my parents acting so judgementally.
Before my Mum met my Step-Dad I'd never have thought she'd ever base her opinions on somebody based on their social class and family structure.
Hell she's nobody to talk, we were homeless twice when I was a child, and although I've been brought up with all these Upper Class values, I choose to ignore them and forge my own path in life following what I believe in.
Sure, I adore my Mum. Of course I do, our love is unconditional.
And I'm proud of my heritage and my upbringing.
But I'm not proud of the snobbish attitude my Mother and Step-Father have adopted recently.
They have a much higher opinion of themselves than is valid, and both seem to think they are something they're not.
It's actually ridiculous.
I just can't wait to watch their faces drop when I turn 18 and embrace the person I want to be.
They hate tattoos, too bad the one I have planned takes up half my arm.
Oh, and did I mention the face full of piercings?
Fuck Upper Class, I don't have a class. I'm normal thanks, and refuse to be placed in a box and characterised.
Agree/disagree with what I've said? Comment this post, I'm really interested to hear everybody's opinions on this subject.
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Agreed, but don't rebel just to escape a specific class. While you may not be a part of the one you hate, you'll just be in another. Besides, class is opinion and you cannot change anyone's opinion. People are still going to tell you you're part of a specific class even if you believe otherwise.
ReplyDeleteThat's a really good, and really interesting point :)
ReplyDeleteI don't so much want to rebel to get away from the class my parents so wrongly seem to think they're in, I just want to be the person I am, and while they seem convinced I'm some Upper-Class person, I won't be able to embrace my inner self.
It drives me mad.
Although they're more judgemental than anything. For example, I'm not allowed to have my boyfriend round to the house because they don't like his tattoos, piercings or the fact that he dresses a bit younger than he is (he's 26 but dresses more like a 20 year old). They don't like his age either but that's understandable. Oh, and he wore a hat in the house which is apparently a hanging offence from the way they're acting.
And I'm not allowed round to his because he lives in a council house.
The way they're reacting is disgusting.