Inspired by BowserKoopa's post over on the main CS board, here's a little something I hate: being treated like a child. I'm glad you guys enjoy rants, because this is one for the ages.
I'm a grown man. I'm soon to be 23, and I've worked for everything I have. I don't frequently spend money, but I'll drop small chunks of change on things other than bills or food when the deal is good enough.
But here's the thing: despite that my money is mine and I've worked long, hard hours for said money, I'm treated like a small child whenever I want to order/buy something online that can't be bought elsewhere. For example, I recently acquired an old laptop which I use to play '90s computer games. That laptop has what's called a "nipple mouse" or "TrackPoint" in the middle and uses proprietary nubs that you can't just buy in any old store. These are $2 with free shipping when purchased online. You'd think there would be zero issue with buying something under those circumstances, right?
Nope! I spend $2, and all of a sudden I'm wasting my money. Two. Freaking. Dollars.
But that's not all! No, if you stay tuned, we'll double this offer! You get two stories for the price of one!
My younger brother recently got himself into trouble on the Internet by talking to people with less-than-savory intentions. He told this person his age, where he goes to school, where we live, what freaking door he comes out of when school is over, where my baby sister goes to school, where my sister lives, and even posted a picture of what she looks like. Oh, and did I mention he video-chatted with the guy on Skype, so the guy now knows what my brother also looks like?
You'd think my parents would be furious about him endangering his safety like this. Did they do anything about this? Did they punish him for being completely stupid online and endangering my sister's safety in the process?
Nope. Guess who they got mad at instead? If you guessed me, you're right!
Punishments threatened to my brother: not even jack crap. He's a little , after all. There's no way in hell he, at 15, understood what he was doing.
Punishments threatened of me: removal of Bob's Internet. Cancellation of Bob's phone. Grounding for a year.
If you missed the fact that I'm a few months away from 23, that's probably important right about now.
I've done Internet security for government and muncipal agencies before. That requires a special security clearance, yet making a big deal out of something that endangers both my siblings' lives--including one sibling that's not old enough to fend for herself yet--means I have no effing idea what the hell I'm talking about. No, there's no possible way I could sincerely love my brother and sister. I must just be trying to be overbearing and want some kind of authority.
I go to the police about this. Surely, I think, the police will let my parents know how big of a deal this thing is. Once again, you forget where you are. After I spend an hour explaining this whole thing to the police and being overly-cooperative, my parents lie about the whole thing, and I'm forcibly removed from the police station. Did I do anything to warrant this? God no. That place has more cameras than Big Brother, yet they still physically threw me out after I did nothing to warrant it.
I'll get off my before I blow a gasket. SC's can be a pain sometimes, but leave it to your family to turn your brain to goo.
I'm a grown man. I'm soon to be 23, and I've worked for everything I have. I don't frequently spend money, but I'll drop small chunks of change on things other than bills or food when the deal is good enough.
But here's the thing: despite that my money is mine and I've worked long, hard hours for said money, I'm treated like a small child whenever I want to order/buy something online that can't be bought elsewhere. For example, I recently acquired an old laptop which I use to play '90s computer games. That laptop has what's called a "nipple mouse" or "TrackPoint" in the middle and uses proprietary nubs that you can't just buy in any old store. These are $2 with free shipping when purchased online. You'd think there would be zero issue with buying something under those circumstances, right?
Nope! I spend $2, and all of a sudden I'm wasting my money. Two. Freaking. Dollars.
But that's not all! No, if you stay tuned, we'll double this offer! You get two stories for the price of one!
My younger brother recently got himself into trouble on the Internet by talking to people with less-than-savory intentions. He told this person his age, where he goes to school, where we live, what freaking door he comes out of when school is over, where my baby sister goes to school, where my sister lives, and even posted a picture of what she looks like. Oh, and did I mention he video-chatted with the guy on Skype, so the guy now knows what my brother also looks like?
You'd think my parents would be furious about him endangering his safety like this. Did they do anything about this? Did they punish him for being completely stupid online and endangering my sister's safety in the process?
Nope. Guess who they got mad at instead? If you guessed me, you're right!
Punishments threatened to my brother: not even jack crap. He's a little , after all. There's no way in hell he, at 15, understood what he was doing.
Punishments threatened of me: removal of Bob's Internet. Cancellation of Bob's phone. Grounding for a year.
If you missed the fact that I'm a few months away from 23, that's probably important right about now.
I've done Internet security for government and muncipal agencies before. That requires a special security clearance, yet making a big deal out of something that endangers both my siblings' lives--including one sibling that's not old enough to fend for herself yet--means I have no effing idea what the hell I'm talking about. No, there's no possible way I could sincerely love my brother and sister. I must just be trying to be overbearing and want some kind of authority.
I go to the police about this. Surely, I think, the police will let my parents know how big of a deal this thing is. Once again, you forget where you are. After I spend an hour explaining this whole thing to the police and being overly-cooperative, my parents lie about the whole thing, and I'm forcibly removed from the police station. Did I do anything to warrant this? God no. That place has more cameras than Big Brother, yet they still physically threw me out after I did nothing to warrant it.
I'll get off my before I blow a gasket. SC's can be a pain sometimes, but leave it to your family to turn your brain to goo.
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