Hip-Hip, Hooray!

One thing I can honestly say is that blogging used to scare me to death.  At the start of it all I faced multiple internal challenges over what to name my blog, how to make and keep it private, and- you get the picture.  That is when it hit me- the idea to blog about young adulthood troubles and conflicts. 

I have always enjoyed connecting with people and especially whenever its on more relevant issues.  Talking about the problems and dilemmas not only becomes a stress-reliever in its own sense, but also a timeless entertainment to those who experience the problem(s)-as well as for those who do not.  Sharing my internal conflicts and also inputting some research to justify and/or answer any questions concerning the troubles, allowed for a sense of normality amongst readers.  My main goal throughout the process was to create unity and deeper connections with my audience through the commonalities of young adults, but not exclusive to. 

As you may see from the start of my posting to the latest, my goal was not quite met at the start.  When I first started posting, it was hard for me to get deep and emotionally connect.  It wasn't until about the fourth or fifth blog post, that I truly began post how I wanted to post.  Not to sound as if anyone or anything was stopping, or that my posts were total duds; but more so I was not allowing myself to be expressive. 

In the rarest sense, blogging made me vulnerable and yet more confident.  At the start it was scary to tell-all, but towards the end it made me stronger- so cliched, but it did.  From opening up about my battles with weight to discussing family matters, my blog transformed into the "flower bud" of what I wanted.  I still have ways to go before I feel that my blog is at the stages of what I have envisioned in my mind to be the perfect blog, but at least I feel confident about it now.  I now enjoy writing about my problems and trying to connect with others with similar issues, just as much as I like to talk about them- which I talk a lot!  I hope that I will still post without the threat of a grade dangling over my head, school reference.  After all is said and done; this experience was new, insightful, scary at first (but what foreign thing isn't), fun, and self-learning from all of the self-searching I began to do for my posts.  Post to you all later. 

"Until next time, this is Imbroglio signing out!"

Being at their Mercy

As a continuation from my latest post:

All my life I have reared my parents as the most superior beings, and I the most inferior to them.  I was raised to always give respect to adults and other superior beings, teachers and such.  Growing up, my single-parent mother used the common phrases “I have to be the mom and the dad” and “I am not your friend, I am your parent.”  Although she stuck by her word, she still wanted and achieved the relationship we have always had- I can tell her anything, talk to her about whatever and still keep the level of mother and son in check.  As I got older, however, our relationship has changed to that of an older sister and younger brother in ways that we can relate and discuss more adult-oriented topics.  The relationship is strong and healthy, as any child-parent relation should; but I still find myself not being completely comfortable.

Being at the mercy of my parents makes me feel as if I am not progressing in my life, but rather doing the opposite.  I do not want to dominate or over-step my boundaries as the “adult-child,” but the power-struggle between my parents and I is evident.  In my point of view I see myself as being a responsible young-adult.  I am a full-time student, part-time worker sustaining 30 hours a week, and saving up for a car.  However, it seems that it is not good enough for my parents.  Am I the one that is blinded by my own “perfections?”  Or are my parents too afraid to let me grow up? 

“In our Western culture, economic independence leads people to feel self-empowered and capable. It feels good to be able to rely on yourself, to take care of yourself, and to feel capable of pursuing your own goals.”(Dependent...)  The struggle of mine is well reflected by the quote above.  I want to branch out and “sow my own oats,” however I have to depend on my parents.  Dependence can be a blessing and a curse.  I am not too bothered by the common struggles of the “adult world,” and yet I wish to be apart of the new-world only independent. 

“By making most of the decisions for our children, we weaken them. By allowing them to make decisions and requiring them to take responsibility for their actions, we strengthen them.”(Dependent...)  Possibly this is a topic I need to discuss with my parents, but how do I go about doing so without offending.  Arguments on such topics that end with threats like: “Find your own ride to work/school,” only push me further into an internal confusion.  I don’t ever like coming across as ungrateful, or suppressed.  However, I am only getting older and I need my freedoms as anyone else does. 

Dependent Young Adults: "We've given you every advantage! Don't you want to do something with your life?" (2012, February 6). Retrieved February 6,2012, from http://www.sowhatireallymeanttosay.com/