Fuck my fucking mom.

Why do you start that statement with "believe it or not?"

 

all mom defently dont know best and how can we listen to them when they dont know jwhats going on in your life

 

lol...ya know what, I dont know why I did that either..lol

 

they do know whats going on, they have there ways..
and unless your parents are crazy and abusive, then they do know whats best for you..
trust me, when you get older you will realize it..

 

Yeah, most of them may be, but you don't understand my situation.

My mother, and my father, are both drug addicts who never completed a high school education. They've seen their lives get fucked because of drugs, and the only other example of them they've seen are the people they use to hang out with; obviously that's sort of a select crowd. If you mentioned someone 30 years-old, that smoked cannabis and was successful to my parents, they would not believe you. Even if you introduced them to this person, they would vehemently deny that they know what they're doing.

Right now their main concern is because I smoke pot. Now, I love my parents for caring enough and all, but they're extremely unreasonable about it. They claim that there's some alcoholic gene that will make me think like them. In other words, it will make me become addicted to the high any mind-altering or mood-altering substance may give me. I've already done research on all of this, and all I have found is that they're not certain that this "alochollism gene" will even make you predisposed to become an alcohollic. They are certain that you still have to actually take a drink first, and that it has no relevance to other drugs.

My mother claims to know what she has read, though. Only thing is, when I ask her to let me read it, she can't find it, and she can't recall which book it was in. I've shown her my own findings, and all she has to say, "They don't know what they're talking about." So, pretty much my mother will denounce the professional opinion of a person based whoely on whether or not they agree with her.


You guys mention that until I'm ready to make my own deicisions, and all of that. The thing is, I've been making my own decisions for the majority of my life. It's just now that I make one my parents don't agree with, they claim they know what's best for me. I've made some mistakes while making my own decisions. I once decided that the way to equalize a problem I had with a kid was to go and fight him. I had no interjection by my parents, and I spent a couple days in Juvenile hall. They were never there to offer their keen advice on my affairs before, but now that I'm experimenting with something they fucked up in, they believe that can predict my own fate.

It's mostly fear that I think is causing them to be so irrational. My father is actually convinced that I have a "marijuana addiction", and that I hawked my bike for drugs for pot. The funny thing about that is I needed my bike to ride to my dealers house. I mean, they like to make these funny analogies, too. "Smoking marijuana is like playing russion roulette. You don't know if you'll become addicted, and if you do, it's all over." Yet, when I mention to them that it's not physically addicted, do they listen? No, they just rely on the old, "I'm 43 years-old, and you're 15. I know better than you." In reality they just make it seem like they've had their eyes shut 42 years of their life. They just don't accept the fact that you can't develop a chemical dependence to it, this "alchollic gene" has no relevance to it, and that I'm responsible enough to know whether it's become a habit.

Why do you think that is?

Because I'm 15. It's because I'm 15 and there's a million other 15 year-olds that feel just like me, but go about everything the wrong way. They accuse me of "knowing it all". I don't know it all, but I for damn sure know more than my parents know in this matter. Every time I tell my dad it's just a hobby, he says to me, "What happens when it doesn't get you high anymore and you're addicted to it. You're going to have to move on to other drugs." He just doesn't understand what a normal person would do, because he's a drug addict. It's not fair in this sense: My parents aren't normal parents, and they don't know what's best for me. They're drug addicts, and they have no idea what using a drug like marijuana for a hobby is like. They never did it. They always used drugs primarily for some escape from their own lives, and they don't understand that there's other reasons for doing it.

My parents use to smoke pot. When it quit working for them, they didn't take a break for it to let their tolerance go down. They went to coke. I know better than to do this, but they don't. And because they don't know that this is an option, they think coke is the only other option. They believe that I will actually need to make a choice like that. They don't understand that if it doesn't work for me, that it doesn't work for me. And it's not fair.

I've been ready to make my own decisions, I have made my own decisions, my only real problem is that my parents are so hung up on trying to be good parents they don't realize that they can't be, because they don't have a real good idea on how the world works. When my dad asked me how I got money for it, I told him it was from my allowance. He told me that's not enough money for pot. He was wrong there. When I told them that I bought pot from a hippy down the street that grew his own plants, he claimed that I was messing with big drug business and supporting terrorism. He was wrong there. When I told him I use pot as a hobby to reduce boredom, he told me that I actually didn't feel good and needed something to make me feel good. He was definitely wrong there, and also had the audacity to believe he knew what I felt.

You guys might take me as some know-it-all, audacious little kid who's nothing but trouble. I'm not, though. I'm just someone who's ready to be out on my own, beacuse that's all I've ever been. Never before have they put restraints on my life, and now they think they have the right because they think they know something I don't? That's not right. It's not right at all.

 

Perhaps becoming a male prostitute is in your future. It could be fun and yet highly lucrative and rewarding.

 

yea ok, ymy mom would want me to listen to her and so would everyone else's mom and they would probably be sop controlling if we did that no body would be able to take it. You have to start making your own decisions early on in your life, otherwise most of the time youll have to run back to mommy and daddy for help, and thats not always good. So although Mom and Dad may be right half the time, they are over reacting the other 50 percent of the time, and dont always know what theyre talking about.


My dad is like that and says "Pot will completely Fuck you up and youll ruin your life"-obviously this isnt true.

 

You know, I was always taught to respect my elders, but you really seem like you have something wrong with your head.

Meh. Can't reason with everyone.

 

I know where you're coming from man. I left home at 17 after doing my A-levels cos I was sick of it. Sick of my parents basically and I've got pretty good ones, pretty easy-going. I think adolescence is drawn out for too long in today's society. Kids should be allowed to go out and work if that's what they want to do. In fact, people of 15 years shouldn't really be called kids. 15 years is plenty long enough to learn a skill to support yourself by - if only schools were directed towards giving children the skills they will need to get by in life rather than those they will need to get by in corporate life. I ask you, what's the point of essay writing as a skill? Really? People can be very successful academics and fly all the way to 21 getting a good college education and all and have no real life skills! It's ridiculous.

 

I'd second that, I know loads of people who either just aboout finished school but with fuck all qualifications but they're a damn sight more skilled and have more common sense than half the degree educated people I know.


I just about survived school and blagged reasonable exam results in the end but at this point I was totally pissed with the whole education thing and living under other peoples rules and regulations.

The problem is theres no easy answer of course, and you have to just bide your time and know that at some point in the not so distant future you'll be able to do what you want, when you want. In the meantime you just gotta blag it as best you can and make sure you dont do anything that proves them right.

You seem to have a pretty good head on your shoulders to me and I reckon you'll end up doing whatever you want to do in your own way, just gotta be patient I guess

 

Shit I love my mommy and we smoke together! We've been smoking together for the past 4 years!!!!!!

 

Thats pretty cool, I have a smoke with my dad when i'm round at his, theres something sweet about smoking with your parents.

My mum is cool with me smoking weed but doesn't partake herself!

I've tried to turn her into a pot head but she won't have it, she has tried it a few times but says it makes her sick, fair enough, my mum can stick to her whisky & ginger if she likes, doesn'y know what shes missing!! lol

 

My Mom is the best! I moved back home partially because I missed her and partially because I needed to finance grad school I've smoked with my mom before and she thinks it keeps be from being a neurotic bitch and is better than any anxiety drug. My mom taught me real values not those of society. But she wouldn't have let me smoke frequesntly in high school either.