bonafide

Yesterday, I found out that my parents are becoming more and more like old people every day.
You know, those old people who refuse to accept change, no matter how logical it may be.
This change pertains to me growing up. Me being 17 and almost an adult.
But, so long as I am 17 and not quite an adult, my parents decide to exercise their last bit of power of me. Which is very unnecessary.
For example. My father sitting on the couch downstairs watching tv, and me upstairs doing my homework. In this case, he yells at me to get downstairs to feed our dog, which he could have done perfectly well on his own. I mean, the cupboard with the dog food is only ten steps away from the couch.
Sheer laziness.

Last night, I was lounging on my parents bed watching my sister play on the xbox.
My father comes in, and first stands there with his hands on his hips and looks around for about 3 minutes, as if he was looking for something to get mad at us for.
Then, as I get up to leave the room (RUHM), he stops me.
Father : "Are these the clothes that you wore to the mall today?"
Me : "Yes."
Father : "I don't want you laying on my bed with clothes that you have worn all day. Because quite frankly, that is disgusting."

WHAT THE FUCK?!
How is wearing clothes all day disgusting?
I am not 5, I am 17, therefore, I CAN resist the urges to roll on the ground at the mall.
Sweet jesus.