Who here *didn't* rebel as a teenager?

I can say, in all honesty, that I was a dream child. My adolescent years were fairly laid back: I couldn't care less about sex or alcohol, my friends were all geeks, and I actually enjoyed being with my family. In fact, it wasn't the adults who bothered me at all--it was my peers. I found 75% of them to be spiteful, poorly dressed, loathsome buggers.

So who else was a denizen of this scant minority?

Your description of yourself fits me almost exactly. I'm in my early twenties, so it wasn't all that long ago, and I have remained basically the same. :D

And yes, I'm still mild-mannered: campus culture was as alien to me as high school; you'd usually find me in one of the university libraries.

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It would be the only thing. :)

I was a good kid . But you better believe if I ever got out of line at school , my teachers did not scold me , they asked me " What was wrong ? This is not like you CarolinaPeridot . Are you ok ? " - HeeHee everybody likes me :)

In fact, I shouldn't say independent: more like "out of the the family circle".
I didn't rebel, do crazy shit, or anything that is normally associated with the teen years.
I simply studied, hung out with my circle of friends, and that was that.
My family is too fucked up- I didn't want to be involved with them when it was my SISTER who was the hellion...I wanted to get away, far away.
And here I am now. I know, this sounds pretty bad, but the family environment was horrible...

I moved to a different town at 16 that was half way across the state and didn't know anybody and the ones I did were not my style. Most of them got into some type of trouble and turned out worse as life went on. I'm glad I didn't let them suck me in

at about 24-27. but during the high school years i sure was good

Secretly smoked pot. Secretly drank. Secretly smoked. Secretly had sex with people my age and adults.

But on the surface I looked like an angel. :D Except for a few missed assignments here and there. ;)

Ahh just like many people, you are what you hate.

And I only did it so I can put it in my memoirs...

everyone's got to have a druggy period, right?...right?

There was no rebellion from me, although the repressed upbringing I had was enough for a big case of the rebel. There was no sexual exploration, no making out with a girlfriend somewhere late at night. Didn't touch liquor. conservative fundie kids had nothing on me. That's a big reason why I hated that time so much, and why the being afraid to live has carried forward to today, and why my life is a series of regrets; regretting not having done those things and of pissing away time that I'll never get back living I life I didn't want.

Pretty much followed the American published formula for success.

Always polite, always smart, did well at school, behaved, stayed out of trouble, got a good education, avoided all the don'ts you mentioned.

Overall it's served me well. Nice wife who doesn't have to work outside the home, nice kid, nice career, nice paid for house, nice friends, a generally secure and nice life.

There are some regrets.

There were two girls. We liked each other but we never let ourselves get involved. Will always be a regret. One we tried to make something happen 10 years later, and it almost still worked, but by then we each had careers and lives 1,000 miles from each other. By then it was more a negotiation than a romance.

Oh well - strike up the band -- regrets, I've had a few, but not too few ...

Overall, I guess I'd recommend my way. I'd say it's been a success. Last night I slept under the stars as part of a cub scout campout, so I guess the beat goes on.

when I was in high school ... my mom was drinking and I had to make sure that everything looked good to the outside world.

and then rebelled against a vicious capitalist society which I have despised ever since I realized what a killer system it was. I have fine bourgeois manners but give a Revolution half a chance and I will be all 1968 again!! And I suspect I am not exactly alone. It's late at night and no one will read this anyway.

My mom was tough, damn tough, but she was always very fair. She always explained the rules to me. I think the explanations alone took away most of the impetus to rebel. It's pretty hard to get worked up over a well-reasoned argument, even as a teenager.

Another thing that probably made an impression was the so-called nonconformists. They talked a good game, but even at 15 I could see that they all parroted the same lines and dressed more or less the same. I guess I figured that if rebellion meant buying into someone else's predefined subset, I just wasn't buying.

Got along with the folks, got good grades. I had a few temper outbursts and a few adventures, but was a pretty decent kid.

I did rebel against the cliques in High School; I completely ignored them and sat where ever the hell I wanted in the cafeteria and no one ever gave me shit about it either.

Most of the "royalty" just ignored me but were friendly, it was the "sub-royalty" that couldn't stand me. The royalty are those who just ignore everyone because they know :eyes: they are better, they were nice to me usually. The ones just below, popular but not the queen and king, they were the catty ones.

They couldn't stand me because I didn't really give a shit what they thought of me, because frankly, they were too mean for me to bother. I'd rather hang out with jocks (the ones I knew weren't assholes) or the Drama and Band geeks. Because I was all three. Transcended the genres.

This post got totally off-topic.

I guess because my parents are pretty laid back and don't really care what I do as long as I stay out of a jail cell.

:D

I was too busy drawing to get into trouble.

Went to school every day.

No drugs, sex or alcohol.

I grew up in the mean streets of Detroit.

I still am! :evilgrin:

I found it somewhat amusing to see people at school with identical expressions, the same long lank greasy hair, (would have had identical clothes even if we didn't wear uniform) say "I'm a non-conformist individualist".

I rebelled against the typical teenage rebellion.

I went to an all-girls high school, and while I belonged to a few afterschool activities, most of the peeps there were the same ones I hung out with.

My greatest "acting out" as a teen was being on the telephone a lot. I was a complete TV addict even then, walking home from a snowstorm one day (5 miles!) to see an episode of (I kid you not!) Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. (Repeats, though, not the original run)

If computers had been around as PCs, I would have likely been online from dawn to dusk then, though, because that's what I would have liked. I was part of science fiction fandom from about the age of 15 on, and was deep into ST fandom as early as 1972.

and teen. The only thing I knew about Trek fandom in Springfield IL was what I read in Star Trek Lives and once I read about conventions I wanted to attend one badly!

Until fairly recently, actually. When Creation came around and spoiled the concept of fan conventions, it made me realize it wasn't much fun anymore.

convention. It's not fun when rich people can buy good seats to guarantee an autograph. Part of the positive experience for me was waiting in line all night to secure excellent up front seating as this assured good pictures of the panel. I also met some good people.

in Massachusetts. I lost a ton of my own money on them, but I don't regret the experience. They were FAN run conventions--with fans as helpers, everyone got an autograph that wanted one for just the cost of waiting in line, the fans were allowed to sit anywhere they wanted to, with the exception of one front row reserved for the convention committee members, the guests were highly personable, and everyone had a wonderful time. Dealers room, art room, video room, multi-functional small conferences going on while there was a main guest, a banquet on Saturday night, with each of the guests sitting at several of the fans tables, a party afterwards and one on Friday night, and more. It was a fan con similar in atmosphere to the old NYC Trek cons. The first year, we had about 600 people, but attendance went down for 2 + 3. So I lost money overall, but was at least able to pay the guests out of what we made, which made it worth it. We had mostly B5 guests because B5 was big then, but Straczynski disappointed me twice for 2 + 3, and that turned out to be one of the reasons we folded.

I mean who doesn't argue with mom and dad over how late to stay out, car useage and such... but my very liberal parents were accepting of the weird clothes, hair and friends (even liked many of them).... all was good as long as they knew where I was and my grades were good ( I earned full academic rides at every college I applied to).

I went to a high school that drew from a very rich area... I did not live in that part of town....

I did some freaky shit..... I rebelled more against my peers....
They either tortured me or ignored me so I admittedly did everything I could to make them think I was homicidal....

Some of them still think so today.... I can tell by their reaction to me in public.... it's pretty cool!

Like LPFF my folks are laid back, and really don't care as I stay out of jail. I wouldn't call myself a rebel but goody too shoes is far from it. Now if some people knew what Ive done when I am out of town, they would be shocked since I dress fairly nice and stay out of trouble at school.

:D

I didn't rebel, didn't feel the need to. I'm not much of a party animal anyway. And my parents had few rules that I had to follow. The ones I did have were explained.

As long as I did my homework and stayed out of trouble, I was free to do what I wanted.

I didn't want it to get any worse than it was so I was as good as I could be considering. After all, I got in trouble for what the other parent did and what my step parents did. I didn't want to be yelled at any more than I already was. I was afraid, very afraid.
I had to do very well in school and not get in trouble there or with the law because I had to get away to college when the time came. Then there was the whole Jesus is my hero, friend, and role model.
I guess my big rebellion was moving in with my dad during the second half of high school when my mother and step father moved away a bit. I had to be with the stable people in my life like my friends, teachers, coaches, church people, and grandparents who were in my home area.
It was a matter of survival and achieving the goals and dreams. That was all that was important. College was the promised land and it was. Life outside the promised land is harder and I am still trying to figure it out, wondering if I will ever have the dream: a fullfilling job, a family that is good and gets along, and a decent house that we own. Now it isn't just about being as good as I can be and enduring hardships. The hardships really aren't as bad, but it just doesn't seem to be enough.

just to survive it and get out of there. I HAD to get into college and get that piece of paper if I was ever going to continue to support myself. The only way I rebelled was by letting go of God and looking at the world in a whole new way.

I am here to tell you YOU can have that dream. The life I made for myself is a paradise compared to what I left behind.

The only - ONLY - thing I locked horns with my parents over was hair length. It was the 70's, after all. Pretty much a model kid besides that.

Isn't being non rebellious a form of being rebellious against what is expected of a teen? I was such a teacher's pet in HS...I couldn't get in trouble if I tried!

Well, I'm still a teenager. But, yeah, I'm a geek and I love it. I loathe loud parties/raves, etc. Same goes for alcohol, sex, drugs. We have problems with that in our family, and it just never appealed to me. I'd much rather go over to a friend's house, watch a movie, and have random discussions until the wee hours of the morning. I like my family and some weekends, I just stay home. Frankly, I like it that way, and I don't see it changing when I go to college next fall.

My parents always tell me how easy I am, and how worried they are about my little brother.

So, hullo! You're not alone. :)

I waited until I was an adult and moved out of the house. Then all hell broke loose. Ah, those promiscuous 60s.

but I went nuts once I hit college.

any of the parties where alcohol would be served. I never smoked pot or drank.

Hope you are happy and have had a great life so far.

I am probably your total and complete opposite and was even fortunate enough to have peers that were mostly cool people.

I never touched drugs. Coming from a community where the only thing to do (young or old) was to drink, I've only been drunk once, although I do drink in moderation and have since I was a young teen. My experience being drunk was more like an experiement than raving at a party. Myself and three trusted friends got together with the expressed purposed of getting me drunk so I would know what it was like. 1/2 a bottle of Jose Quervo and 8 beers later, I SWORE I would never do that again. I have only slept with one person, and he is now my husband and father of my two children. I made good grades, graduated with honors. I didn't go to college, because it just simply wasn't for me, but I've almost completed my degree in Photography and intend to start my own freelance business with a small portrait studio on the side.

The adults in my family had all the big vices covered. My father probably slept with every woman in our small town before he and my mom got divorced, and afterwards, he became a long-haul truck driver and spread himself nationwide. My step-father had the drugs and alcohol covered. And they honestly expected everyone to follow suit. And all of my siblings and cousins did.

I didn't party, do drugs, drink, smoke, or any of that stuff. My friends were geeks too, and I loved being with my family. I was an EASY teenager. My sister is my complete opposite, except for the drugs/smoking/drinking part.

Though they dipped a bit in early high school when I was having some problems with depression, I never let my grades slide that much.

I always basically got along with my family. We're fairly functional and have stayed pretty close 'cause we're all pretty oddball and like this in each other.

Didn't drink (never had a drink until my 21st bday actually!), smoke (only a couple cigarettes), or do drugs; or get any tattoos, piercings, etc.

My friends were about half "geek", half "cool"; the "cool" ones all did the typical high school rebellion, despite all being right-wing fundies. Ironically me, the "heathen" liberal was the goody-goody of the group. They were fun to hang out with, though; even though I had very little in common with them.

The most I rebelled was with my girlfriend; I broke some of my parents rules I thought were silly that they had enforced on my older sister with her boyfriend, such as not having her in my room or being alone at the house with her. They didn't put up much of a fight, though. Oh yeah, and I didn't have sex, either.

I was in an interracial relationship, but it wasn't because I was trying to rebel, and my parents had no problem with it anyway. I grew my hair long, too, but my dad had had his just as long in the seventies, so my parents didn't care about that either. I did get in trouble in school for having my sideburns past the bottom of my ear! :crazy:

All in all, I wasn't a rebel teenager and I'm just as boring as a twenty-one year old. :-) But it's basically in my nature. I'm politically liberal and personally conservative.

ON EDIT: Coming to terms with just how liberal I was may have been some of the biggest "rebelling" I did, but it wasn't intentional rebellion. My parents are also liberals, but not nearly as political as me, and I caused some extended family turmoil with my "radical" letters to the editor. I also pissed off some faculty and more than a few students at my redneck school by voicing my views (it didn't hurt that I was the school newspaper's editor), and caused a little bit of trouble for my dad (again, unintentionally) voicing my non-religious views at school, since he's a school principal and has to play the game to some degree among close-minded small-town dwellers.

I drank BARELY... I mean BARELY...I smoked, was invloved in the odd caper or illegal act, only summary convictions though no idictable offences.

I inherited all my parents' values.

I watched my older sister get into a shitload of trouble and figured out what to avoid. No drinnking, drugs, little sex, worked coordinating a volunteer organization, but I was definetely revolting and hated my parents who either (a) didn't care or (b) were nosy.