So it finally happend, I was busted, on the day of my 16 birthday none the less. It does suck because my parents are rather "disapointed" with me and I basicly can't see any of my friends for an unannounced, but surely long amount of time, but atleast I am not grounded from my computer. Of course we talked (and when I say we talked I mean they yelled at me till 5 am not listening to a word i say) my mother said the generic "oh i cant beleive you did that in my house" and my dad used the good ole "but you have so much potential". I try and expalin to them that everything they have been told is either lies or purely situational, but The worst thing is that they are brainwashed by all the government propaganda and everything and they are so blissfully ignorant that even if a scientist would tell them the facts right to their face, they would refuse to beleive it(did i mention my parents are republican?)
I know it is there house, and their rules, and i respect my parents and love them, so i wont be doing it again,atleast untill i am out of their house for good. The worst part was when my dad was talking about his friends son who had gotten into a wreck one winter. He was DRUNK and stoned(one of the worse conditions to be driving in) and was flung threw the windsheild headfirst into the piles of snow in the ditch. He died and when they tried to remove him from the snow, his face was frozen to the ground, thus they had to literaly rip him off the road. At this point i witnessed something i have never seen before, my father; who has a big mountain mans beard and an almost constant gruff look on his face, crying. He is so worried for his son, and doesnt want me hurt, and even though it was hard for me to watch this touches me.
But he is needlessly worried, im not going to get in a car fucked out of my head and drive somewhere, nor be driven by someone who is, im too responsible, and not interested in dieing quite yet. They also think they have somehow failed in raising me, and i think that is just bullshit. They are good parents, although a little over protective (but rightfully so i guess-_-) and i keep trying to explain to them that this was my choice, i educated myself about it and decided to do it,and nothing they could have done for me as a child can change that.
They are even thinking im going to need "help" to quit this. HAHAHAHA. Ive quit for almost a month once just to see if i could do it, and guess what, after those first few days of sleep problems i was fine. Sure there were times where a joint sounded exceptionaly good, but i never NEEDED it.
Anyways, i just kind of came to rant but mostly gather my thoughts. I know some of you will laugh and scoff at me, but thats fine, its my life, and my parents, and regretably there is nothing i can do about it.
