Stupidest Thing Ever Done, By you of course Options

[King Death]

The stupidest thing I've ever done (not most dangerous) was probably jousting against a tree from a dirtbike. Hehe, I landed about 20 feet infront of the bike. it was awesome.

[Kindred Spirit]

That sounds EXACTLY like my parents, I'm not even exaggerating. 

I can believe that. Why should I be the only person in the world with parents like that? They aren't the worst, not by a long shot, but I can't see what they ever saw in eachother. Ah well. Not my place to know. I'm sure there was something.

My mother somehow combines the inability to punish people and the single strictest person I know. I, at fourteen, am STILL not allowed off my street without telling her EXACTLY where I'll be, who will be there, what I'll be doing, and why. If I plan to go somewhere, even across the stree from there, she has to know why, when, and where we'll be rom there. I am not allowed to do anything out of her sight, and whenever she doesn't see me, she assumes I'm hanging out with a bunch of druggees. And she can't punish anyone for anything with a punishment more severe than being sentto their room for a few minutes, which is where I spend all my time at her house anyways, sleeping. So, if I want to do something that badly, I can do it, wihtout getting in trouble. However, I prefer to convince her that she doesn't need to know where I'll be this ONE time. (And I do this whenever I feel like going somewhere. lol)


My dad doesn't cae where I go, what I do, where I'm going. I told him that I going for a walk, and I didn't know where I was going or when I'd be back. He told me not to get to stoned to find my way back by one in the morning. I told him, this Halloween, (as a joke) my plans to go to a Halloween party and get back by three in the morning, compassion-faced drunk. He told me to be back by one, instead. I came in once, at two thirty in the morning, and he and one of his friends were sitting up, drinking Vodka and orange juice. He asked me if I wanted some. My dad's punishment for my siblings, no matter what they do, if they break one of the very few rules he has, consists of saying "Don't do it again." (Oh, on those two occasions, I was back by five and eight, repectively, and not drunk or high at all)

So my dad really doesn't see me much, and doesn't care much, and my mom sees me a bit, and cares too much. I know a balance would be better, but I think I prefer my dad's approach, giving me pretty much absolute freedom, trusting his parenting skills and my own common sense to keep me out of trouble. I wouldn't reccommend that many other parents do it, because it just doesn't work for all kids. I am much more responsible than most people I know who are my age, and, with some of the opporitunities I've had, they would have done some pretty bad things.


STUPIDEST THING EVER:

Arguing philosophcally with my younger brother, whose particular personal philosophy is that everyone who disagrees with him should be killed, that everyone he doesn't like should be killed, and everyone who beats him at anything should also be killed. (all of them by fate or someone else, not himself, naturally) Arguing philophy with him is similar to banging your head against a wall; loud, noisy, doesn't accomplish anything, and give you a headache. Not that it's necesarily bad when a person is so set in their philosophy that nothing can sway them, sometimes it indicates not stubborness, but simply absolute faith, which I have to admire.