For as long as I have remembered I have been a “naughty boy”, the main reason as to why my behaviour has been somewhat questionable is usually as a result of being told what to do.
Whilst this may have been something I had to suck up and accept in my youth, I feel that once you turn 16, you are therefore legally entitled to be treated as an adult, so a clear distinction between being “told what to do” and “advised” what to do most be made clear to the “advising” party, alongside a firm reminder that advice is something that you can accept or, ignore.
Put a jacket on? Don’t eat before dinner? Don’t swear? Have an early night? etc etc. Here’s some advice, shut the fuck up!
It is actually quite tiring trying to remember what everyone has told me to do in my youth, I would rather have a life full of mistakes and experiences that I have learned from, than a life of no challenges any-day. I will admit, it may have been a less stressful growing up if I had of listened to everything I was told, but it is from these moments of trial and error that mould you as a person and fill your life with genuine experiences.
Tragically, today we live in a politically correct, health and safety google wearing era of grammar nazi’s, and it is now criminal to let you children play in the park on their own, or express an opinion other than the BBC, otherwise you are clearly a “racist” and should spend the rest of your life in solitary. I genuinely worry for the next generation of kids growing up in this world, and I can’t help but fear they will turn out to be mollycoddled robots with no opinions, own numerous high visibility jackets and spend their weekends making compost or writing out recipes for hummus.
I recently watched a documentary about Francis Fulford, who is the exact definition of someone who just “doesn’t give a fuck” and I remember sitting there thinking, I want to be that guy?
He must be so at peace with himself not feeling pressured to change his opinions, or behave in a more “normal” manner to follow the rest of societies lead, he is one of the rare personalities that has not been affected by the PC brigade and “silenced” as I like to call it. It’s truly admiral the fact that despite the current politically correct epidemic we are now in, he continues to give less of a fuck each day, and frankly this country needs more of them.
When I have kids, as long as they know the difference between right and wrong, and to treat others how you wish to be treated, i’m not going to spend my life obsessing over everything they do and what they should do be doing on a daily basis.
Take this fine example of parenting from Francis Fulford below, was any harm done in just letting his kids get on with it and have fun? Would the kids have learned anything by spending the rest of the day on the naughty step or having an early night with bread and water?
Yes, it’s important that whilst they are at school they get a good education, but most importantly I want to encourage them to think freely and to question and challenge ideas, be a free spirit and not spend their entire lives effectively repeating mine as they follow every instruction I give to them based on my own experiences with a “fragile” sticker on their foreheads.
I see far too many expectant mums, who spend their whole pregnancy rubbing their bellies fishing for attention at every opportunity, uploading scans every week on Facebook and finding it impossible to have a conversation that has nothing to do with the fact they are pregnant. Maybe I’m a miserable old git but you’re not the first person to be pregnant, In-fact your one of 106 billion people that have ever been pregnant, so you ain’t special and your kid ain’t special, I hate to piss on your bonfire.
If you were one of the lucky ones who has managed to survive 9 months of pregnancy talk ear-bashing from your expectant mate, be warned! As you now have to spend the next 16 years learning about their first fart, feigning interest when they show you pictures of how they look when they are sleeping and hearing mundane “band camp” style stories, about how their nose squinted yesterday lunch time.
I’m not one to judge anyone about how they bring up their children, everyone has their own ways of doing it, but personally I am looking forward to growing old disgracefully as it’s more fun and I hope my kids take freedom of speech and thought as seriously as me as it is one of the only things left to us as humans that is not “controlled” or legislated against, despite the unofficial “jury” of moronic liberals who will do everything they can to silence you. Frankly, i look forward to Growing Old Disgracefully.