As a little kid, like most people, I always believed what my parents had to tell me. If it meant a monster was going to eat me, if I didn’t have my vegetables with dinner, I would’ve believed them, solely because I was a child with a malleable mind.
I’m still a child with a malleable mind, but as I’ve grown up and been exposed to other people, the internet and different thoughts, my views on the world have obviously changed.
I grew up in a dominantly Republican family, and I’m still living in a Republican family. I don’t know enough about politics as a whole to declare whether or not I’m a democrat or a republican, but I am aware enough to know that I think Donald Trump is an idiot. My parents, on the other hand, think he is the saving grace for America, after the reigning terror of Democrat Barack Obama.
Living in my house is extremely difficult during the election season. Any time a political ad comes on TV, or a video of Trump pops up somewhere, World War Three breaks out in my living room.
My dad and I are both loud people when we’re passionate about something. If I had a dime for everytime my mom had to break up a screaming fight between my dad and me over gun control or gay rights, I’d be rich.
As much as I want to agree with my parents on every subject, I’m not going to lose my values just to appease them. If they’ve taught me anything, it’s to stand my own ground, and that’s what I plan on doing.
It’s not necessarily a bad thing for me to having opposing views, it just means that I get to listen to my Dad’s side of the argument, he listens to mine, and we discuss and debate. It’s not always screaming and yelling, and it can occasionally be nice to have a good conversation with him.
While it makes family dinners hard and the holidays even worse, I learn a lot from my parents about listening to their political views, It’s not always constructive and I usually never agree, but it’s taught me how to hear people out and not assume the worst of them just because of who they wanted to be president.