My ghetto car

Well something fantastic happened to my car. The door handle fell off on the inside driver door. Meaning I have to roll down my window to get out of the car. Or I could crawl over the middle console thingy and out the other door. One of the more annoying things is that I have a manual window, and the lock is right above the door so half the time I lock myself in while trying to get out. I look like an idiot.

Which is so different than normal. Not.

We got a new roommate, so now the house has six adults living here. Well, more like five adults and one teenager. I feel like most teenagers are able to make responsible decisions and shouldn't have their wings clipped because some stodgy adult can't handle the fact that there baby is growing up.

I am glad my parents never really did that to me. It would have ended really badly.

Of course I also subscribe to the free choices philosophy in life. If someone knows they are making a stupid decision and they choose to do that anyway, who am I to stop them. I've gotten a lot of grief over that opinion, some people don't understand how I can stand callously by and watch my friends destroy their lives. It was their choice, if I can't respect their ability to choose how can I call myself their friend? That doesn't mean I don't care, it doesn't mean I want them making those choices, and it doesn't mean I won't be there to help them pull themselves back together.

I firmly believe the world would be a better place if people laid off and let adults be adults. Even if that means their being childish. It would take all the fun out of rebelling. How could a teenager rebel if their parents just sit back and let them at the world.

And this went all  philosophical when I meant to complain about my car. Heh.

The insurance stuff has finally been taking care of from my last accident. But the windshield wipers still suck.