It was not until I was in my early twenties that I realized that I did a lot of things purely because my parents didn’t like it. My mother did not want me to visit Russia, so I majored in Russian and went on study abroad in 2006 to Russia and had a blast. My parents also hated the Beatles, premarital sex, drinking, drugs, hair crimping, French people, and Californians; I thoroughly enjoy all of these things, probably, and mostly because my parents do not.
One would think that once I had gone away to college, I would have out grown the rebelliousness and settled down, like my brother had, but that was not at all the case. There was one moment, while I was visiting my friend Margaret in Scotland that I realized, that I simply love doing things that people tell me I shouldn’t do. Don’t mix liquor and beer. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t have sex with strangers. Don’t climb on the wall. Don’t get tattoos and do drugs. Stay away from the biker that looks like a pirate. Don’t drink in the morning. All of these don’ts lead me to want nothing more that to DO! Most of my life I had grown up hearing no, or don’t, and therefore it is reasonable to assume that I had a very repressed childhood.
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