This is what I don’t get
March 1, 2011 in Uncategorized
Saturday afternoon spent with some of the moms from our group. Can’t go into it here. Conditions that some people live in, and the emotional suffering that so many people in the world endure, is enough to make you want to run and hide. Also – people such as me (who have no other choice but to call themselves atheist, because “Other” doesn’t cut it) – are capable of quite a stern and vigorous lecture in the Biblical principles of doing unto others as you’d have etc, when called upon to do so. My jaw still hurts from talking.
Then. Son goes to party at fancy ginormous house on Saturday night. I give him the usual drinking drugs etc lecture. Goes like this:
Me: “The Lecture.”
Him: “Right, yes. Consider it given”
Me: “Right, good then”
Off he goes. Regular tweets as to the progress of the evening keep us updated and entertained.
Home time at midnight. Check vigorously yet discreetly for signs of disrepair. None visible.
Proceeds to regale us with lurid details of kerfuffeling (other people), dope smoking (around the corner also other people) and bottles of gin delivered by the Dial-a-Dop man. Latter half of evening spent in bathroom holding a lovely classmate’s hair while she puked her brains out, and spotting faces in the puddles of badly-aimed wee on the floor. This by a boy who can’t even dispose of dog poop without gagging.
Apparently he was one of only 3 who weren’t legless.
And all of this while the party-givers parents were there in the house.
Now. Here’s the thing, see. Me, I’m not stupid. I know that such things go on, and for a bunch of 16 year olds to have a party where such things didn’t go on at all would be… unlikely…. at best.
So it’s to be expected, to some degree. That’s not to say that if I’d found any signs of disrepair in my offspring upon his return, there wouldn’t have been hellfire and brimstone rained down upon hisg hapless head. There would have been. Even though I know that such a thing is probably inevitable eventually, it’s still not okay.
So right, I get that whole shebang.
What I DON’T get, see, is the concept of the parent being in the house while her child and children of other people who she is therefore responsible for do things that are still, at their age, not legal, never mind entirely ill-advised and unhealthy and also, by the way, rather fucking dangerous.
I don’t get how all of that was okay for them to know it was happening and just let it go on.
I just don’t understand.
Is it me?
Am I crazy?