After a long thought, he finally decided to ignore the possible reactions of his parents towards his blog. After all, his parents still thought of him as the 8 year old kid, full of in-nonsense, full of life. It was inevitable, however, that he would one day be seen and accepted as a man by many of his peers. He had no control of it though. Whether one wished to see him as a man or a boy who had outgrown his body was utterly left to oneself. Here, the principle of choice played a very important role.
He was tired of being seen as a boy. His parents, especially his mother, would always see him as the young boy who relied on his parents for every need and every ounce of comfort. He was, however, proud and comforted by the mass population of peers who considered him an independent man. This was probably a result of his longing to prove his parents wrong throughout his life and perhaps to make them proud, something that he had been failing to do in the past few months. Many a time he thought that this was all a ruse played on him by his mind, something that would occur many times throughout his life.
“I feel so censored” was a thought that had occurred to him recently. The blog was supposed to be something to free him from the “evil” clutch of his parents. However, it seemed to be overseen by the great overseer himself (i.e. his father). There was no escaping it. He finally realized that he wouldn’t be able to say anything too offensive or anything that would reveal his inner nature. He was afraid that if he did, there would be a great cataclysm that would lead to his demise or even worse…rejection. Yet these were, ironically, things that he had already experienced through the ignorance of his neighbors and sometimes old friends. Why he was so afraid of these things no one could tell.
So he decided to just buck up, shut up and work hard. At least this way he would be able to free himself faster and would be able to gain his independence sooner. Maybe he’d be able to be himself for once.