Walking Upwards: Responsbility on MY shoulder? Mingled feelings and Mango like sweet poison

           My current situation, is that I am stranded in between a peculiar and scrutinizing step father who hawks out Minorr details such as a shoe box on the floor as an evidence against my irresponsible lifestyle, and an inner recognition of a character building in progress filled with many flaws yet an stubborn confidence of my great ability and an never ending pretentious drive towards an approbation of my maturity. Sounds like a growing up to you?Maybe not you in particular, but enough confusion to buzz with my focused brain.
           On the one hand, the ever so accepting and forgiving step father, who ever so not worry himself over minor accidents, and rather look beyond the present, is not who he suppose to be. The fact is that he is over concentrated on the present and the dust on the table that he is getting to be quite a buzz. Every time that I shan't close the cereal box, the Nazi side of him becomes apparent. And now, I am, in his eyes, an irresponsible teen who can't wash his own face and therefore let alone drive at night, and stay at the house alone even for one single night. Pity me and pity him.
            I realize, of course, that I should be closing the cereal box. I should take care of my room. It's a character building process which I must partake. However, I do not care for a single second about making up my bed, which only consist of one cover. There are things that he is right about, and I know deep down and will do to change them; however, the over cautiousness of him is in truth treating my like a child, which in turn creates a conflict for my capable and serious side. How annoying  the situation.
            In the process of rebuilding and continuing expansion of my character and responsibility, I also realized that I really am in need of a over do. I am, much more conscious of my actions and responsibilities, yet sometimes I am reluctant to fulfill my position. The reasons for this is and must be complex. Since this growing up though, this is a obstacle I must triumph. And here is where I talk about my so planned out ambitions and the great productivity that lies ahead, and then I shall forget it. This is the great gap between reality and fantasy, the great canyon of maturity and the great dilemma of my teenage years. It isn't sweet and yet it seems to be. It isn't put together but I can see the whole picture. This is what my head feels like towards this period of my life.
            Now, maybe I should start this with closing the cereal box.