A rebel from the waist down...

Jun 30, 2005 15:07

When I dyed my hair purple my parents said: At least you're not on crack.
When I wore black lipstick my parents said: At least you aren't pregnant.
When I wore spikes and shaved off my eyebrows my parents said: At least you aren't in jail.
When I dedicated my life to Marilyn Manson my parents said: At least you're a good kid.

Though you may never read this: Thankyou Mom and Dad. Thankyou for helping me dye my hair, Mom. And thankyou for helping me thread my septum ring, Dad. I am now a decent human being with a good head on my shoulders because you encouraged me and accepted me for who I really am.

A good friend of mine (who is, a year older than myself, 24) wears bondage pants, jelly bracelets, and eyeliner. The other day his Mom got on him about it, and told him to "grow up". He pays his rent, car payments, car insurance, and child support every month. He goes to work everyday. He trys to take care of his kid. Now what exactly, about that isn't grown? If you don't trust your own parenting that's your problem. What kind of person your son turns out to be isn't because of the way he looks, it's because of how you raised him. If you have a problem with the way your kid is, then you have no one but yourself to blame. No matter how much eyeliner he has on. All you are doing is making him resent you. Dwell on the fact that he is trying to live right instead of what you think he is doing wrong.

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