(November 14, 2009 at 1:09 pm)binny Wrote: Did your father even look at this forum? Did he read any threads? If so he would have seen this place is not encouraging death and destruction. Your best bet is to talk to him, not hack into the computer security. You should try to explain your feelings. In his mind he thinks he's protecting you. Someday you'll have kids of your own (wait until at least 30) and you'll do stupid shit to try and protect them too.
Understand that positive reinforcement prevails over punishment every single time... and you will commit very little "stupid shit". You don't so much own the child (because that would be slavery of course, and how could you expect a slave to be happy with the master who commonly exercises their ownership over them??) as you are charged with the responsibility of training and equipping them for life. A poor parent it is... that would hold primary focus on keeping their child 'safe' and 'innocent' from the world... for in so valiantly protecting the innocent, and then setting them free: they have done naught but leave their child without the experience that would have prepared them for their life.
Many children experience their 'life' outside the influence of their parents... many more experience it along with negative parental influence attempting to interfere with the life their children are trying to have. This is where "rebellion" takes root... when a person must go around 'the authority' so as to avoid punishment for doing something restricted. This has its root in punishment and in restricting things itself. Avoid punishment... and allow a great deal of room to move in: and you will avoid rebellion.
The disappointment of one person we like/love... hurts us 100 times as much as the disappointment from a person we dislike/hate. And disappointment from someone we love is 100 times more likely to change our behavior through our genuine guilt... than 100 lashes could ever inspire enough pain or fear to accomplish.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day