Automatic Mistrust
Dad, Life, Online December 5th, 2007My father believes that anybody online who would want to talk to me has to be a sexual predator. I mean, cmon, who else would want to talk to me?
He asked me why I was up until 1am last night. Coding. Does he believe me? No.
Well, you were up last Tuesday night until 1am also; what is it with Tuesday nights?
I’m online every night, usually until I get tired unless I have class the next morning. No class Wednesdays. I don’t remember what I was working on last Tuesday night but it was one of my websites and I can’t tell you when I went to bed. Shows you how “important” it was; if it was, I would remember. If I was doing something wrong, it would have stuck in my mind.
Then he gives me that look. That smile. The “I know you better than that ha ha.”
Have I ever given him a reason to mistrust me? No. Why can’t he just freaking trust me? Believe that I’m not online talking to any person and that I don’t give my name, phone number, and address to any old person. It takes me a long time to trust someone online let alone give out my information. I’ve said a little more in the last year but thats because I’m 20 years old; I’m not some child. And I don’t just post my name, address, and phone number.
I’m not a child, so what business is it of his? I’ve never done anything, so why can’t he trust me?
Oh, that’s right, I’m sorry. I’m guilty until proven innocent. And no matter how much I do right or not do wrong, it’ll never prove me innocent. The internet is this big bad place and every person on it wants to track me down, rape me, and kill me and I’m going to just sit around and let them; the only time the damn internet is ok for him is when he wants me to make him a website. I freaking give up.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:26 am
Ah, my parents do it too. For some reason they believe me incapable of knowing what’s right and wrong, who to trust or not. But it’s because they’re worried. To them I’m still a naive child who hasn’t grown up yet.
But there are times when it gets annoying:
“What were doing all night?”
I was sleeping.
“I checked on you. At 3 Am, you were on.”
Oh, I was just browsing.
“You were busy typing.”
“Who were you chatting with? Do you have a boyfriend? Did you give out your name? You don’t know this Internet. You can’t trust anyone.”
…
“You better not have a boyfriend.”
Conversations go like ^ one way or the other. My parents don’t understand the time I spent on my sites or why I even bother too. But they’re not as pushy about it as they were before, thankfully.
December 6th, 2007 at 4:15 pm
My parents, thankfully, got off my back once I started getting better grades (i.e., I went from an A to A+ student, because my mother is freakin’ insane). I think they’re more concerned about my academic output than whether I get kidnapped and beaten; no, bad joke. They only become suspicious if my grades drop, though. If something is wrong with me, the Internet is to blame; thus I try to do everything right and end up completely insane, like so.
I probably shouldn’t be trusted as much as I am, though. I mean, unlike Aelyn, I have a boyfriend — and an “online” one, at that. But not really. It’s a story for a different day.
The only reason I can think of for a parent not to trust a “child” (which you are not, but I didn’t want to say “offspring”) who hasn’t done anything wrong to begin with is that they can see themselves doing something wrong with that kind of freedom — a reflection upon their own character, really.
In the meantime, I’m going to abduct you and use you as a toy in my cottage in the woods because I’m not actually a random blogger, but a creepy pervert just like everybody else on the Internet. But you won’t mind, because I bet you’re one too, at that. e_e…
Response: Why yes, yes I am. XP