I think raking leaves has to be the dumbest, most pointless thing to do.
No one notices. No one cares. No one thinks higher of you because you rake your stupid lawn.
I think it was something some evil dad made up for the sole purpose of punishing his kids.
IIN to think raking the lawn is just plain idiotic?
No one notices. No one cares. No one thinks higher of you because you rake your stupid lawn.
I think it was something some evil dad made up for the sole purpose of punishing his kids.
IIN to think raking the lawn is just plain idiotic?

Why it's ridiculous, though, is that all of gardening is a battle with nature that only has one winner. Gardening itself is almost anti-nature. I'm criticising it despite having a personal interest in it, by the way. But then, just because I like something doesn't make it right.
Think of it as contributing to the maintenance of the home you live in. If you are able, you should help out.
TL:DR - Read all of this: 'http://moreintelligentlife.com/story/david-foster-wallace-in-his-own-words' and then contemplate it. Also, OP in specific, it's there house, there rules, and they don't have to be fair, learn to survive raking by making the most of it, possibly by thinking of good reasons you shouldn't have to.
You make the assumption raking leaves is for its a/effect on other people, when that is a mere possibility backed against the arrays of others. Maybe the person that tasked you with raking leaves dislikes the aesthetic effect of leaves creating a mottled and patchwork and unkempt feel, maybe they think this aesthetic reveals something about their psychology, and their vanity prevents them from not caring. Maybe the person lives on a development where raking leaves is punishable by fine by the development owners, and the development owners are vigilant in their polity's enforcement. Maybe the person tasking you with raking the leaves served a higher purpose that you may realize in your fits of ranting and self-pity, not saying you are but I sure-as-hell did, that life is filled with pointless BS and sometimes you have to take it, straight up you-know-where, and feel the reaming. Maybe your the person, presumably your father, is just having a bad day or has a f*cked up psychology that he cannot help be mean or whatever. Here's the thing, this is your parent's house. The primary teleology, the point, of your parents's situation is to raise you and aid your development so that you may be an informed citizen and an asset to humanity and a lovely individual, but not to be fair or anything like that; your parents can order you any way they d*mn please and their isn't jacksh*t you can do about it. Dude, I know how you feel and I had to take it for the first thirteen years of my life, but I learned something. They can kick you out of the house and spirit you away to a godawful foster home with a child-predatory father, dominatrix mother, perversion of the Judeo-Christian God's teaching in justification. Parents qua parents don't have to be fair if their subscription's to such things is nonexistent, like I have said over and over. They have to raise you, and sometimes they need you to help. Do you realize the stress of the adult day-in and day-out? Wake up, go to shower. Shower's filled with scary creepy-crawling stuff. Get gloves, insecticide, spray, go downstairs, take shower. Eat breakfest, go to work, get yelled at by boss, do monotonous BS that perpetuates a wage-slave system, go home, listen to kids b*tch, listen to wife, try to watch television, go to bed, practice the ol' onanism, sleep. Repeat. It isn't fun, it is stressful, life sucks. Your probably a middle-class child, so your dad probably is applicable here.
You want to get out of doing crap like raking leaves? Maybe try doing something intellectual so they can see that raising you comes before their own physical pains and stuff. Read contemporary classics, philosophical tomes, and all those good bores of stuff, and riddle the pages with semi-coherent summaries and thoughts on them, and talk about some of the concepts with your parents, I don't know. Write something. Paint. Sculpt. Play an instrument like a b0ss. These are boring to most though, and is about all I can think of in the way of escaping such mundanity, so you probably have to take it. But taking it is dependent upon you and how you yourself use the time raking the leaves; this is general advice, not specific. Think about something, day-dream, appreciate the brittle delicacy of the leaves, you know, all that stupid stuff about appreciating the small things in life. Let me be honest with you, those little tadbits about small things. They are a part of a grander scheme of things, surviving life without devolving into those factory-default settings of consciousness. You know how when you rake the lawn and absolutely hate it? Like I said, its life, it should be changed, and we should do our best to change it, but change on such a short notice, possibly within our lifetime, is dubious; people don't much like change, which is both reasonable in some ways and others not so much. Learning to survive it as you try to change it is key. Hating something gets boring, hating gets nothing done, hating is mostly a waste of time. Learn to think about life through another lense instead of the default hatred. Think about your father and his possible condition(s), think about the nice alternatives to it being punishment, if anything, try to think of a reason why you shouldn't have to do it, or create a reason. Blind hatred only leads to someone's suffering, and most often that'll be you.
Point is, there are many ways to interpret the act and point of raking leaves, and assuming it is only for punishment or for, IMO, stupid adherence to an aesthetic discounts the smorgasboard of possibilities and, by thinking of things in such a manner, you only bore yourself in the process and waste your own time, OP.
There's this couple that live near where I work, I walk past them daily. They are both out before 7am, raking and sweeping (with a broom, and a dustpan and brush) every single leaf or twig for the whole block surrounding their house. Gutters (which I could understand), footpath (also understandable) and any other area they can. That's insane! I spent the first 6mths I walked past trying to work out if it was maybe their job or something, but I think they're just mental. They've killed the grass! Stupid bastards.
They even sweep out the garden beds and under shrubs.