Prohibitions and leaks

Last summer I met some people that were, well, different, from all the people I had ever hung out with, and my parents didn't like them from the very start. Since I was fourteen years old, there was nothing humanly possible I could to do see them without my parents noticing. 

But this year, there's been a twist in the plot. 

Today, three hours ago, I came back from going with some of those friends to the rehearsal of their band. Oh dear, was it fun. I can't find the appropriate words to phrase what I've been feeling since I did it. An adrenaline rush all the time, even my head and stomach hurt. After the rehearsal, we accompanied the rhythmic guitarist home, and then went to the soloist's guitarist house, and we did all sorts of stuff there, it was epic. Afterwards we went to the mall, and since two of them are dating, we left them alone, and me and the drummer went for a walk, and it was like this whole year hadn't passed since we last met, I felt so relieved and happy you could never tell unless you had felt the same. When I got home I felt really motivated to do all of the things I haven't felt like doing in the last days, so, paradoxically, those who my parents thought were bad influences for me, have ended up being the best therapy I could have ever gotten. At home, my parents tend to do nothing productive, they just sit around and rest before they are even tired, and since I spend a lot of time with them I began adopting their habits in some way, when that is nothing like myself. I am a very sparky, active, outdoors woman most of the time, when I am allowed to, and my friends love me to be that way, because basically we never get bored.

The ruse we elaborated in order for me to be able to go to the rehearsal, was that I would tell my parents I was going to hang out with a new friend of mine (the rhythmic guitarist's girlfriend, she looks like a good girl, so they didn't care, though they suspected of my intentions, I believe) at the mall. Once there, we would meet them and we would walk to the place where they rehearse, to then come back before my parents noticed.

And it worked so perfectly I couldn't believe it at first. I was very nervous before I did it, and I thought of not doing it, but I couldn't back off at that point. 

I hate lying to my parents, or to anyone, but I had no other option. When something is as good for you as my friends are, you can't just allow someone to take it away from you that easily. Fighting is the least you can do. I tried convincing my parents at first, but since it didn't work, I had to unfortunately look for more untruthful ways. 

But it was so, so, so much worth it. It had been a while since I felt so alive, I never want to come back down from this. Ever.

If you want it, go for it, it's the best piece of advice you'll ever get. Embrace it. And enjoy the ride.