The Official Raúl E. Esparza "Spread the Love" Thread — Page 384

Okay, first of all, I was being facecious when I said I'd be under house arrest. But I'd be in SERIOUS f*cking trouble.

Honestly, this isn't something that I can explain to have like... analyzed. It's very simple. My parents just think that this sort of activity on the internet is very unsafe. They're paranoid. Always have been, always will be. Yes, you have to be careful, but I'm not reckless with my information. Everybody has different beliefs, and they act on them. And even if I were to tell my mom about my friendships from here, and to tell her about them at the point where they are now -- how vital they are, etc -- the fact would still remain that I met them doing something which is, to my parents, very dangerous. It wouldn't matter that I've met them and spent time with them and that they've stayed with me for extended periods of time, or that I talk to them constantly. The fact will *always* remain something like "you shouldn't have done it in the first place."

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Well, if they think it's wrong, of course I "shouldn't have done it." My mom saw me surfing the boards once, like a day or two after I joined, and was like "you don't do this, do you?"

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But the truth is that we all took a chance; that there IS risk in doing this. And for a paranoid parent, "I thought about it, and look, I'm safe! Plus, I have really great friends!!" isn't an excuse for going and doing something they think is so terrible. Being lucky doesn't excuse doing something wrong, which I recognize, even though in this particular situation, I don't think it's so wrong. The point of the matter is that I perfectly well could've been caught in a trap, like so much of the crap that does go on on the internet -- what if that had been the case? I did something potentially dangerous, and *when* I did it, I had no idea of the outcome, right? That's why they'd be upset.

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Yes, but it's not a matter of the outcome -- it's a matter of that when I first set out joining this board, *at that time* I was doing something potentially unsafe and bad. In each particular scenario I've made sure it's safe and all, but it's the very, very basic act of even conversing with people I don't know via the internet. That in and of itself is not a good thing, to my parents. My mother has never been a very trusting person, at all. I don't agree with the way she feels about this, but I see where it comes from. She's neurotic to begin with.

It's funny, but really irritating that even when I tell my mom I met __ at *insert name of event* she thinks it's far-fetched and ridiculous that I could form a friendship by waiting on line for something. And, even if untrue, it's totally plausible.

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Well, she knows me by association. I always tell my mom you're a friend of the roomie.

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hahaha. There's always an alternate explanation.

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My mom still thinks it all peculiar, which is why she's never met any of y'all, no matter how I can figure to explain it.

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Same with my parents - they think the whole "B'way blog" is weird.

Let alone a forum.

So I just say, "Em is ________'s roommate and is interested in theatre and _____ thought we should meet."

Now it's "And Em always has friends with her who I talk to and I am going to hang out with them - not Em."

So, Kerrie and Liotte are two of your friends, Em, who I have hung out with...now I don't need your supervision any more. I can play on my own!

So thanks for being here, Em, and providing me with an elaborate lie.

I'm still confused...I met your mommy for a second, what was I explained as?

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Oh, just cuz I live here, she just assumed I was a friend you knew? Cool.

Besides, some people believe there is no explanation for me...

And there we go Em we found our connection like I said: friend of a friend of a friend.

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Because my mom knows everyone in my school. DOB, Address, and all.

She has files she started since I was born.

Then she had those files converted to a mini-disk placed inside her brain when I graduated HS. She knows too much to risk such a simple lie.

But a large, elaborate one - it will short-circuit the woman's brain!