Seriously, how many people here obeyed their parents' every word--or, more importantly, didn't exercise enough or eat well enough at times, and didn't end up crazy?
Believe me, there is no such thing as sanity. If you're as sane as a delusional parent, then congrats, you're as insane as they are. Harsh as it sounds.
Not to judge or give the wrong image of my parents or siblings but; I can't explain it, but for some time, for most my life in fact, I've been what I would call the poster-child of good kids. I listened to most-every word my parents gave, I worshiped heroes for the fact they were doing the right thing, I was a walking after-school special. No drinking, no drugs or beyond friendships (full-blown relationships) until adulthood. Sure, I'm still the role model of the century, but I've been working much of my adult life to undo most of the damage done by being the "Nice Guy" or someone's (nobody's actually) prince charming. The great motivator to deconstruct myself was the mere fact that I couldn't get a date to save my life because I was mechanically a nice person. Of course, therapy is advised to "fix" the problem (my consciousness noticing something was wrong with me being "sane". I had to turn insane to regain self). So to put it, I came to the conclusion that I am a manufactured personality. Solution? Commit social suicide, and have a mental breakdown, recollect, and rebuild as I see fit. Sure, I have the mental makeup of a supervillain nowadays, but I'm finally comfortable with myself. Plus, at least I can still be good, but not obligatorily nice.
Reasons I see my adult rebellion stage working for the better is because, as my observations have been showing me, it seems that any and all of my moves draw more paranoia from everyone than when I am suicidally depressed (never committing to that. I usually talk myself out of it one way or another; for starters, I'm hard to kill. I have survived some nasty spills and impacts before.). I mean, I'm finally leaving my job to freelance and do some oddjobs here and there to keep myself funded, and I have a decent cache of money in stow. I have my plans mapped out to the precise second and location, I have gambits and traps set all over the place to get what I want when I need it, and not waste it. Yesterday, everyone was extremely supportive of my move, and my 2-weeks notice. Today, I'm hit with all sorts of doubts that would normally make me feel paranoid for my life. Thank goodness I have nothing to live or die for, otherwise I'd be worried.
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I need not sympathy nor advice. I follow my gut and decipher my Deja Vu. If I have a gift, and I lack a manual, I'm going to figure out how it works. So far, I've been right alot, whether I want to be or not. To quote my New Year's Resolution (one of them): "I know what the fuck I'm doing.", and I am doing justly so. So far, everything lines up, and working exactly as I see fit. I think what worries my family most is how my shifting moods are usually rational. Have fun trying to convince me otherwise. I'm stubborn as ever.