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I guess that the wonderful thing about time and distance is that they allow you to put everything in perspective.
My older sister was never allowed to go out to party, despite being VERY popular and travelling everywhere with a huge group (something our parents were always drilling into us — "safety in numbers" and all that jazz).
(But of course she snuck out like the badass she was).
I always found that very odd, because, well, I was the exact opposite and got an equally flipped treatment.
I had always been very sedentary, but that got into overdrive once puberty hit — I could remain as motionless as furniture and only speak in monosyllables for days if need be. It drove our folks crazy.
As expected, my dad didn't take too kindly to this "vampire act" and started ambushing me whenever I would be returning from school (my one non-escapable "outing") — he'd allow only the bare minimum of bathroom breaks, hand me a water bottle, and tell me, in no uncertain terms, that I would not be allowed back "until moonlight or hypothermia".
At the time, I thought it was an extreme violation of my freedom and boundaries, but I eventually got used to it because I was blessed with living in a very walkable area full of great sights to experience.
Considering the fact that I now work outdoors all day AND am as happy as can be doing it, you can say that I have long started seeing the value in such "tough love" tactics.
But he could never get me into night clubs — that was my last stand and the hill I chose to die on.
What was your experience?
My older sister was never allowed to go out to party, despite being VERY popular and travelling everywhere with a huge group (something our parents were always drilling into us — "safety in numbers" and all that jazz).
(But of course she snuck out like the badass she was).
I always found that very odd, because, well, I was the exact opposite and got an equally flipped treatment.
I had always been very sedentary, but that got into overdrive once puberty hit — I could remain as motionless as furniture and only speak in monosyllables for days if need be. It drove our folks crazy.
As expected, my dad didn't take too kindly to this "vampire act" and started ambushing me whenever I would be returning from school (my one non-escapable "outing") — he'd allow only the bare minimum of bathroom breaks, hand me a water bottle, and tell me, in no uncertain terms, that I would not be allowed back "until moonlight or hypothermia".
At the time, I thought it was an extreme violation of my freedom and boundaries, but I eventually got used to it because I was blessed with living in a very walkable area full of great sights to experience.
Considering the fact that I now work outdoors all day AND am as happy as can be doing it, you can say that I have long started seeing the value in such "tough love" tactics.
But he could never get me into night clubs — that was my last stand and the hill I chose to die on.
What was your experience?