Critical bastards.

Dad said to me just the other week that I should be cautious of what I say on facebook because of what my family might think.

Well they can fuck off, fuck them. Couldn't give a fuck.
The family that I hardly ever see or hear from? The family that willfully sits back and judges my actions? What "family" does that? Really?
I understand it is most likely quite common in today's society. To be resentful of the youth growing into mature responsible adults. The fear of watching you're children becoming self dependent means they will find outer sources of information on society and it's rules apart from you're own. This scares the fucking shit out of you. Well tough luck, if you're gunna get scared and blame us for you're fear then piss off. No wonder I hear so many teenagers complaining about their control crazy parents, telling them how angry they are for staying out late around people with complete different ideas and ways of life than theirs! I get it, however if you're teenager is going out for the first time and jacking up heroin, then you should seriously contemplate you're own way of living, there's only one source a teenager gets his or her lifestyle from before they start becoming mature.. which is the parent themselves.

I understand the worry, there is a lot of pain and hurt out there in the world that could even take you're child away from you. However if you go on to judge and become critical, start forcing you're life on them.. well what does that say about how safe you feel out there also? If one is to impose the same rules in-which you abide by, how much fear do you have locked up inside?

I love my family regardless of what criticisms and judgements they have put on me. In the end It's me they're talking about, again up to me to tell them that they have the wrong impression about me. My lovely Aunt Linda said to me that smoking weed will ruin my mind. On what evidence? People have gone nuts on many different types of drugs, and I can guarantee that you don't actually find negativity in a plant.. it's the person. And I am pretty sure she takes some kind of prescription, which would have far more side effects than pot.
I really don't care what they do, and I wouldn't like to think that they hide shit from me. However I know they do to some extent.

I wrote this with the intention that hopefully they would read it (I'll get it to them in some subtle way) and with the intention that maybe they will see it from a different perspective.. and perhaps accept me for who I am rather than a "drug troubled youth".

Until next time.