It’s actually tiring the amount of effort and creativity necessary to
enjoy yourself with protective and strict parents. I’ve missed out on a
lot because of the restrictions my parents put on me, so if your only
choice is to say you’re going to the movies when you’re actually going
to a party, then so be it.
I compare my life to that scene in “Bend it Like Beckham” where Jess,
forbidden to play soccer by her very traditional parents, hides her
uniform in the bushes where she later dresses herself, along with guilt,
as she secretly plays on a soccer team. My uniform in the bushes is
just myself trying to enjoy life as much as I can, regardless of how I
have to go about it.
The fact is that there shouldn’t be any hiding; there should be no
bush. I always find myself questioning things that most people my age
have never had to.
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