Reasons I’m not moving out:
- I never want dad and Steve to be able to say I walked out.
- I don’t want to pay full housing expenses.
- I’d feel like I’m leaving something of my mom’s behind.
- It’s my home. I picked it.
- It’s conveniently located.
Thank you dear!! :]
i’ve become a glad man singing a song
Lately people have been asking me if I’m joking all the time. “AYO DANNIE, YOU BEING FACETIOUS? IS THAT SARCASM I HEAR?”
No. I’m never really sarcastic. I certainly enjoy overhearing sarcasm. I just never do it often because it doesn’t do anything for me. Like when people ask me “Would you ever (insert random activity here)?” I usually respond by saying, “I don’t know” if I really don’t know. Or yes or no. Or I say yes or no with a reason a attached. For example: “NO- I wouldn’t major in political science or philosophy because they’re useless. ” OR “Yes, I could possibly move to Sanfran… If it were necessary.”
I can see how those might sound feisty, but I say everything in a noninflammatory manner, yet but I don’t speak in a monotone.
I was issued my driver’s license at 16. When I’m 18, I’ll be eligible to vote (basically decide the direction of this country), or join the military (die for this country), but I won’t be able to drink, take out a rental car, or purchase a firearm. I’ll be able to enter a legal contract to buy a car, but I can’t rent one? When I turn 18 I can take out a bank loan, or a mortgage, buy porn, be in porn, rent a hotelroom or body mod without consent. I could literally be nearly blown to bits by IEDs in Iraq, but I couldn’t join a local police force. I wouldn’t be allowed to enter a casino, but I could buy cigarettes and lottery tickets? It’d be illegal for me to have sex with a 17 y/o in some states. But at age 16 I could have gotten married (with the permission of a parent), you know, entered a binding contract.
Why are laws nonsensical? They’re out of touch with the times, our current social climate. If they were based on neuroscience, the age of majority would be 25.
still running with the same niggas ‘til the death of me
I hate that when it comes to responsibility, I’m held extra accountable because I’ll be turning 18. But when it comes to recreation or any interest of mine, everyone wants to belittle me and blab about how young I am, and how unprepared I am. So I’m well suited for being a lackey but I’m not prepared enough to enjoy myself and set my own important recreational goals? NO. I’m not trying to hear any of this nonsense anymore.