In the past two days, my parents have said (not literal quotes, mostly because they're translated and/or condensed):

"Buying $100 in Christmas gifts for you makes you spoiled."
"How many percent do you want to go to Yellowstone, and how many percent do you want to go to Japan to watch a Morning Musume concert?" (can you tell me what my answer was/how obvious and stupid the question was? i bet you can.)
"I spent ten minutes more than I meant to at the store you told me you really, really didn't want to go to, so I don't have time to bring you to get fast food."
"Why did you have to ask me where the masking tape was? If you hadn't, and I hadn't gone to get it, your brother wouldn't have thrown up!"
"You know how you were telling your friends how your brother throwing up wasn't your fault? Well, you're not blameless! You didn't put the camera away!"
"You're so spoiled lately."
"You have a bad temper because there's not enough light in your room."

..."You're depressed because you have a bad personality."


Gee, I wonder why I'm depressed? -_-; I know better now, of course, but it's not like I can just magically forget years of ... the above?


I could make witty replies and totally point out the utter lulz apparent in what my parents say... But, (un?)fortunately, I know better (?) and keep my head down.

In the eternal words of a boy from school: "Wow, your dad must be a dickweed."