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i was raised catholic so every time i hear “may the force be with you” my automatic response is “and also with you”

This is too deep to comprehend.

Stop it

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

Fuck you

I hope you realize there are some kids out there where their parents don’t settle for anything less than the best. That A- might seem good to you, but that kid could have a whole series of degrading comments and ‘you could have done better’ thrown at them at home. It’s the way they were raised, anything less than perfect is a failure.

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Yeah, lemme tell you about the time I got 99% on an exam, and my father bellowed at me, “WHERE’S THE OTHER ONE PERCENT?????”. It broke my heart, and almost thirty years later, it STILL hurts.

You know what one of my most vivid memories of Year 7 science is? Throughout the year I’d gotten 96%, 98%, 99%, 99.6%, which was my teacher’s way of saying ‘I know you know your shit, but don’t slack off, I want to push you to be great’. Well FINALLY I got my prized 100%, and I packed it in my bag especially to show my grandpa. You know what he says? ‘So you ARE smart. Why couldn’t you get this mark on all those other tests then?’ The next year I had such high expectations on me, when I got 80% I was shattered.

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The first time I got a B, my mom yelled at me for half an hour. Fast forward four years and I’m crying in the car after parent teacher conferences because I got some Bs and not straight As. You don’t know the kind of pressure someone might be under at home.

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This is actually better graphically than the originals lol

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It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.

My parents did this to me as a teenager. Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months. Screenshots of private conversations with online friends. Or records of my internet browsing history. And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.” And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment. Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open. I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.

Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.

This is why I have trust issues.

This is possibly happening to me right now expect the “old fashion way”

I remember the day my mum handed me print outs of my MSN chat logs. Eight years later and she wonders why I don’t tell her things.

by Sarah Andersen

Cutest. Thing. Ever.

AWWWWWWW :)