Parents and Me
Sort of inspired by a conversation with a housemate the other day. I was bitching about how my mom is dead set against the idea of me climbing Mount Kinabalu ("too dangerous omg!") and how, if she really vetos it now, I'll just do the climb when I'm working and pay for it myself. His argument against this idea was, she's still my mom and doing it when she feels so strongly against this will cause problems.
That got me thinking.
See, my reasoning is this:
1. Their stuff = their rules.
2. What they don't know won't kill them, but if I break their rules and they find out, I expect consequences.
As in, if I drive Mom somewhere in her car and she tells me not to go above 60km/hr I will, of course, comply (not happily, but...) - but if she's not in the car ... as long as I don't crash, she'll never know anyway. (Naturally, if I crash her car, there'll be hell to pay.) If, however, I'm driving my own car - when I get my own car, which I will someday - she has no right to tell me how fast (or slow) to drive. She has the right not to get in the car with me if she thinks I'm unsafe, but not to tell me how to drive.
So basically, once I've got a job and an income, I'm climbing the damn mountain if I want to, no matter what she says.
ETA: On an unrelated note, has anyone been to Tasmania? What's there to do there? I'm going down there for a conference in December and am gonna try wrangle arriving a couple of days earlier for some sightseeing.