"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."
- Mark Twain
I was (and, to an extent, still am) the black sheep of the family - never got along very well with my parents until I left the house, after which I got along with them wonderfully. Fact of the matter is that my ideas of what is good for me were (and, to a degree, still are) different of theirs. It's just a matter of being smart about it - my parents have never had to worry about what I was doing with my friends, because, as a rule, I had very good friends and I was LESS social than they wanted me to be (they had to bribe me to go to Prom. Twice).
Some parents are just hard to get along with. Mine were easier than some, and worse than some. I have one friend who, even when she was 17, her father would never let her hang out anywhere there would be males without having a member of the family accompany her (even if there would be other women present, or he knew everyone who would be there). I consider his actions a little severe...
But it's all relative, eh?
...I'm just glad I don't live with my parents anymore.