{"id":895,"date":"2009-09-11T09:27:03","date_gmt":"2009-09-11T09:27:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/snee.wordpress.com\/?p=895"},"modified":"2009-09-11T09:27:03","modified_gmt":"2009-09-11T09:27:03","slug":"overprotective-parents","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/?p=895","title":{"rendered":"Overprotective parents"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>B3ta.com&#8217;s QOTW is about overprotective parents this week. This means I have no hilarious story to tell &#8211; my upbringing was full of AWESOMENESS!<\/p>\n<p>\t\tNot that my siblings and I were neglected &#8211; far from it &#8211; we were allowed to play out, we got reprimanded (threatened with smacks more than actually smacked &#8211; when my mum threatened, you did as you were told), we were rewarded for being good. As such the lot of us grew up into well-rounded (no, I don&#8217;t mean fat &#8211; I mean look at me &#8211; do I <em>LOOK <\/em>fat?) adults with a good sense of right and wrong.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tDuring my teenage years, I &#8216;went off the rails&#8217; somewhat, getting into drugs and various criminal activities. During this stage, I developed a liking for going &#8216;walkabout&#8217; every now and then. Back then, in the pre-mobile phone era, this must have been traumatic for my parents, but they accepted it, just a few words when I returned 1, 2 or 3 days later about letting them know where I was etc.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tThe walkabout thing continued and my boss even accepted that now and then, I just disappeared for a few days (I never took holidays, so I suppose it was a kind of break for me).<\/p>\n<p>\t\tFast forward to early 2008: I left the house one morning to goto work, walked a few steps and thought &#8220;Fuck it &#8211; I need a break.&#8221; and so turned off my phone and fucked off for the day to chill.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tCome the evening I turned my phone back on to find missed calls a plenty from Harriett and one from my good friend H. Turns out Harriett got worried when she couldn&#8217;t get hold of me and had been all round my friends to find out if they knew where I was. The crowning moment though: she went to see my mum, told her she couldn&#8217;t get hold of me (bear in mind we weren&#8217;t even going out together at the time) and my mum just looked her straight in the eye and said something along the lines:<\/p>\n<p>\t\t&#8220;And? he&#8217;ll be fine &#8211; he&#8217;ll be back soon.&#8221; and that was it.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tSo, I never had over-protective parents &#8211; I had the best parents anyone could ever ask for.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tSince my dad died, I&#8217;ve tried to be as like him as much as I possibly can. I don&#8217;t get round to see my mum as much as I should, but when I do, there&#8217;s always a cup of coffee and the offer of something to eat.<\/p>\n<p>\t\tWhat? expecting a punchline? there is none &#8211; just me saying in a cack-handed manner that I love my mum and dad \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>B3ta.com&#8217;s QOTW is about overprotective parents this week. This means I have no hilarious story to tell &#8211; my upbringing was full of AWESOMENESS! Not that my siblings and I were neglected &#8211; far from it &#8211; we were allowed to play out, we got reprimanded (threatened with smacks more than actually smacked &#8211; when my mum threatened, you did as you were told), we were rewarded for being good. As such the lot of us grew up into well-rounded (no, I don&#8217;t mean fat &#8211; I mean look at me &#8211; do I LOOK fat?) adults with a good [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[82,152,364,406,600],"class_list":["post-895","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ramblings","tag-best-parents","tag-dad","tag-mum","tag-parents","tag-walkabout"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/895","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=895"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/895\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=895"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=895"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=895"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}