I can identify with fishmonkey; my dad died when I was 9, and my sister and I sort of raised hell a bit after that.
I did not have the torturous high school experience that most 'young adults' seem to whine about these days. This sounds conceited, but I was among the academic elite (Note: NOT the same as 'intelligent'), so I had a pretty easy ride. I had a core group of friends of about 5 people that I met my first year of high school, and it's been that way for the most part ever since. Again, this sounds conceited, but we never really clique issues in high school; a lot of people envied us because we could fuck around and not suffer for it, and we weren't "geeks" (you know the geeks i'm talking about - not the ones that were simply outsiders, and who you later recognize were probably way cooler than you will ever be, but the ones who were just plain irritating, didn't wash their hair, made awkward and slightly lecherous passes at you, etc.).
I have one female friend, and the rest are male. I don't get along well with chicks for the most part. I think this has made me a bit crude and lacking in femininity, but oh well.
The thing that helped the most while I was growing up: my mom never restricted me from anything. She let me drink, experiment with drugs, stay out late, etc., because she knew that despite what she said, I'd do it anyhow, and she'd rather I did it with her knowing about it. Because of her approach, I was able to make more informed, intelligent decisions. I learned that my behavior was only in my own self-interest, so I was never moronic and rebellious, getting irresponsibly fucked up/into trouble. My mom knew I smoked pot and experimented with other things (tales for another day), and allowed it, so I never did that subconscious rebellion thing. So for those out there who want to ban their kids from TV, DON'T - they'll plant their asses in front of a television the first chance they get, and become zombies, out of pure denial and rebellion.
I don't smoke much anymore, but a few months back I got my mom to try her first joint ever, and she is now a believer in my contention of the superiority of pot over alcohol. Bless her.
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