I wish I could understand myself. Maybe by understanding myself better I'll be able to understand the people the run my life. In 17 days I turn 18, so one would assume that certain freedoms would be given back. You know, getting a tattoo, getting peircing. Every girl dreams about their wedding and getting a pony and being rich. I dreamed about tattoos. Not trashy ones, don't get me wrong. I'm talking ART on my body. I want something relating back to my parents for all they've done for me the last 17 years of their lives and all they've put up with. I wanted my mother to get one with me! I'm not trying to be trashy, I'm trying to get something that means something to me. Everyone else gets to get a tattoo, buy their first pack of cigarettes, when they turn 18. I won't be one of them. Because my parents are at such a strict level they're trying to trap me and make me pay for car insurance and I'm sure other stuff if I get one.
Naturally, I flew OFF the handle, because I have yet to take my medicines today. I destroyed my foot I'm sure from kicking the living daylights out of my dresser. And now I've devised a plan for moving out. (I'd also like to note my dad reads everything I do online, satellite tracks my car, we have like 8 video cameras surrounding the house, my phone is tracked, Where is the freedom?)
I'd hope that by the time I turned 18 I'd regain some of the freedoms I've never really had. But I guess not! And I still have to be home by 10. Even though it's summer.
UGH! I hate everything! I don't want anything to do with anything any more. I want to be left alone. This is my first shot at a share post....sorry if I was way off on what we're supposed to post about. I'm just at a complete loss right now.
Ah to be 18 again. Naive and so sure of all the freedoms that I think adulthood will come with. Ready and willing to be one, just knowing all would be great if the parents would just get off me back.
Then I became one. Not so fun and I so needed my parents to have my back and they... cause I was an adult, didn't have it. I was a adult.
Adulthood isn't all about tattoos and cigarettes and freedom sug. If it was all about that, life would be oh so grand. It isn't.
It's about car insurance, electric bills, taking meds when you need to and yes - even buying them yourself. It's about paying your own rent, getting a job, making your own car payment to go with that car insurance.
It's about not throwing hissy fits when we don't get our way all the time and kicking dressers or choosing not to take our meds cause we don't feel like it today. It's getting down to the nit and gritty of surviving on one's own when their is no one to turn to for help except ourselves.
Your folks still want to watch your back and still want to help you out. All they are asking is you follow some rules. Once you turn 18, you are considered an adult though most states still do not allow 18 year olds to drink or own weapons - yet you can enter legal contracts, and you can be hauled off to adult prison if you commit a crime.
Adulthood isn't all it's cracked up to be and while folks are still willing to help out and watch your back, so to speak, why not pony up some respect and just lay low and follow the rules. Once you get totally out on your own, you'll have one hell of an eye opening experience to adulthood if the folks won't support you when you falter and fail.
So, respecting them now and showing some maturity (like not throwing temper tantrums, etc..) along the way might go a long ways in them releasing some of their supposed grip on your life. It's a possibility.