Message-ID: <002801c2ca6f$266d40b0$6500a8c0@ataru> From: "Relic" To: References: <20030201.133544.26055.303479@wm2.nyc.untd.com> Subject: Re: Re:Re: Ranma-Chan and Parents Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2003 22:57:05 -0500 Reply-To: ranma@ML.usagi.org X-ML-archive: http://www.win.ne.jp/~doi/ML/ Precedence: bulk And Relic, I just want to say that you were very lucky to have such an understanding mother. I love my parents and always want to please them, but I have to be myself. It's great that you were able to be who you are and she was so open-minded and understanding about it. I'm so sorry for your lose. --kagome-hime Thank you for your kind words and I hope that all of you here continue to be yourselves; we can't always be what someone else wants us to be, but if you can't be yourself, then you simply become an image in everyone else's eyes. ----- Original Message ----- > From: "hiroshin" > You forget, Relic... Not all parents, let alone mothers, are/were as > cool as that. I know that my mother did not like it that I was still > 'watching cartoons'. No matter how many times I had tried to explain to her > the vast difference between the two art forms, she refused to accept anime as > something completely different from the cartoons of the past generations. > She adamantly refused whenever I offered to have her sit down and "try it". I didn't forget; I couldn't even if I wanted to. My first taste of that came when I was 15 in church. At the time, I was very much into the group KISS (not KISS army stuff; just the records and 8-Tracks ^_^). Our church class was taken around the town to "proseletize" and witness door to door (Church of Christ in Christian Union). After that stuff, we went to a member's house to rest a few. I was noticing a pile of Southern Gospel 8-Tracks on a table and asked the boy who lived there (he'd been my friend for a few years) what kind of music he listened to. "Some Elvis, Country and Western, whatever Mom listens to. What d'ya listen to?" Well, I told him KISS, Led Zeppelin, whatever was playing on the local AOR station. Bang! His mother walked in. "I'm surprised your mom would allow you to listen to that kind of music." I told her that my mother lets me make my own decisions on what music I can listen to. I wasn't being insulting or anything like that, but I had a feeling what was going to be coming. It came the next day, on the steps in front of the church. The boy met me there and told me that his mom told him to stay away from me, that I was a "bad influence." I was a little upset by this, him being a friend and all, but if I had gave my ground simply because of what his mother thought was right, then I would have been the aforementioned image, with no soul of my own. And how could one respect someone else's image? I haven't heard from him since I left the church back in 1981. Sad, but that's the way it goes. I've had people tell me about how adults "grow" out of animation, that they can't believe that I watch "that porn" (referring to anime in general; I don't watch porn) and heard the "Yeah, I remember watching those cartoons; really loved Speed Racer." If that's how they want to believe, that's their own business. I'lljust sit back and watch that Outlaw Star set I bought last week ^_<. As usual, this is The Relic, from the outer fringes of the Reality that is the Ranma ML...and silently thinking of the crew of Space Shuttle Columbia.