Gen Me thoughts

Reading this thus far is like looking into the past and seeing how most of my friends were raised.  I remember spending the night at my friends’ houses and being astonished on how they would talk to their parents.  I remember thinking it was funny in class when they disrespected the teachers, but i felt embarrassed when they would yell at their parents.  It seemed as if they had complete control on how the home was run.  I couldn’t understand how a parent could let this happen.  When my friends spent the night at my house they were different kids.  They were always respectful to my family and seem to be on their best behavior when they came over.  I remember asking my best friend at the time why he seemed to have more respect for my parents then he did his own.  He explained to me that his parents never corrected or punished him for doing something wrong.  I remember thinking that must be the life.  I got spanked if i even thought of doing something wrong, and if i ever dreamed of talking disrespectful to my parents i would have gotten slap a crossed the room.  Even with the freedom my friends had at their own homes for some reason they always wanted to spend the night at my house.  We, me and Matt my bff lol, used to talk about why he never seemed to want to go home.  He told me that living at his house was like staying at a friend’s house all the time were as my house seemed like a home because there was order and a very distinct sense of who was the parent and who was the child in my house.  As we grew up most of my friends who didn’t have order in their home went on to find that order elsewhere.  They ended up in the military or in gangs where order rains supreme and there is no questioning authority.  It’s as if they had spent most of their life looking for that order.  I guess if we thought about it we could say that the more we fight against the natural order of things the more we need it.