Would have love to have gone to this, and was all set up to go, but this morning was a real shit storm.
Basically, I turned 18 on the 14th, so I’m an “adult” now, and that’s even what my parents told me on that day. Well, I’m supposed to be “grounded” right now, but I really wanted to go to Power Up, so I set up a ride and everything, got my bags packed last night, and was ready to go this morning after arguing with my dad. Or so I thought.
We went back and forth, and apparently because he didn’t know the 3 people I was going with, he didn’t trust me going with them. He said that he was willing to fight the 3 of them to keep me from going, claiming that he was just “protecting his son” and all that. He called the cops.
Yep, not lying. He called the cops on me because I wanted to go. They came, and they told him that since i’m legally 18, if I want to go, I can go. But because i’m under his roof, that if my parents want to stop feeding me, stop letting me shower, or just plain out throw me out on my ass, they could do that. Which they wouldn’t do, because I’m an insulin-dependent diabetic and can’t afford my medicine without insurance So my dad was saying how I’m letting “this videogame” come between our family, split our family, and letting everything else go to hell, which is far from the truth. I don’t even get a chance to practice that much anymore, and I told him that. I went to just walk out the door and tell my ride to meet me at another location, but he grabbed me by the shirt and stopped me. Being that he has a bad case of congestive heart failure, and a weak heart, I couldn’t bring myself to physically do anything because I didn’t wanna give him a heart attack.
Basically, the cops told me that at the end of the day, they’re supposed to take me over to the local prison or whatever and keep me there for 20 hours “cooldown” time. That’s if I went to the tournament. If I didn’t go, they’d let things slide, since I knew both of the cops. The final verdict? I’m staying home, sneaking up to the library to type this message since I have no internet right now. Yeah. FML.
All in one day in my life. Believe it. To put it bluntly, my dad called the cops because I wanted to go to a video game tournament. Yay. I understand i’m “grounded” because i fell behind on some schoolwork, i should have done it, but Video Games wasn’t the cause of that, that’s a whole other story. My point is, this is a once a year thing, this particular tournament. Couldn’t let it slide for 2 days? Please.
My whole point is, how far is too far? Calling the cops on your kid because he desperately wants to go to a big tournament? That’s too much IMO, but you be the judge. The whole reason i was flat-out telling him I was going was because in part 1 of the argument we had the night before, he told me: “I’ve had it up to here with Video Games, so as far as i’m concerned you can get a job and leave.”
Sigh, Where they do that at, SRK?
