With my mother, it's always about the mess in my room, the mess in the living room, getting off the computer at 12 midnight sharp. Quite clear, isn't it--she's Judging while I am Perceiving. I have problems trying to explain to her that perfect orderliness isn't necessary for fully-efficient functioning; in fact, freedom to "create messes" might be more energising than all her suffocating, rigid rules could ever be for me. She can't seem to wrap her mind around that idea, so I'm stuck tidying my room (and being unable to find anything in that mess) only to transform it back into a mess a few days later.
Another thing is her idea of my future. To her, sure, all my dreaming of being an artist or a novellist is well and good--but as far as she's concerned, she's not letting me near a future with a job considered any less than stable. Sensing people always were so hungry for assurances of safety. And while she's there with full control over me, I'm not going to be doing anything about it.
With my father, it's generally about religion and why in the world I find it so hard to have faith, and I'm the one who's losing out because I don't want to believe in God.
(side-rant here, but in primary school, I was actually very religious--I wonder why I stopped being so! Maybe I was in a bubble of your construction then, and I was naive. You thought you could keep me in that opaque bubble forever, didn't you. You thought I wouldn't start seeing through it. Or maybe, as you say, my belief has been "tainted" by "the devil". And he even accuses me of being close-minded, when he won't even address my VERY VALID arguments, only clamping down on them by claiming "you don't know the world" and "I have more experience than you"?)
In that case, I suppose it's the same issue, in a different guise. So fixated upon the concepts (note, concepts, unlike my mother) that were his world and his hope in his youth. I wonder if he's ever considered that the laws he lived by may not be just as useful and inspiring and saving as they were for him. We might see the world the same way, but we handle what we see differently, very differently.
