The turning point happened when I graduated high school a few months later, and shortly after when I ran away from my aunt’s place of living. Initially I was staying with her because my dad decided to move to California on my senior year for work. I wanted to finish high school with the friends I made here in Oregon instead of starting over in a new city, so we thought it was a good idea to let me move in with Auntie for the last year until I graduated. Long story short, it wasn’t. But she lived in Madras and the school was a 15 minute walk from her place, so I stuck with it. Stubbornness runs in the family I suppose.
Auntie and I didn’t see things eye to eye. We would butt heads on every little thing and eventually things got heated. After a rather huge argument, my sis and bro-in-law stepped in and helped me move my things from that house into their place of living as a temporary spot until they could help me move back in with dad.
We did all this in the middle of the night while Auntie was asleep. It felt like they were breaking me out of jail. I felt like a fiend, it was great! I took the T.V. with me too! (It was my own tv, don’t worry. ;p)
So now it was: me, sis, bro, and two of their friends/roommates. They were cool. They knew what was going on and sympathized with the situation.
Even though I was elated to get the fuck out of there, I couldn’t get that last argument I had with Auntie out of my head. That last conversation kinda hit me hard. Needless to say, I was mopey.
These guys understood, so after a bit of talking the question came up. Do I want to celebrate my liberation? Both from her and for my recent graduation from High School?
They proposed the suggestion that I smoked with them to help me chill. I was hesitant, though I wasn’t 100% against the idea. The only thing that kept me from partaking was the voices that said it wasn’t healthy, that it wasn’t moral. That anyone taking the devil’s weed are no better than criminals or homeless men.
Then I realized, this was Auntie’s voice.
I squashed it under my proverbial boot.
I didn’t need her telling me what was wrong with me anymore. I was tired of hearing her judge me because I was raised differently. Her words didn’t matter to me anymore.
I just wanted to do what I felt was right for me. I just wanted to relax.