I'm not the black sheep. I did stuff that my parents didn't agree with. I accepted atheism as the most logical religious philosophy (I suppose that's appropriate terminology). However, against that, my parents and I both heavily investigated the Buddhist faith despite all of us having been raised under the Christian way (my father is a Protestant turned agnostic and my mother is a Catholic that imbues her faith with much of the Buddhist philosophies). My father has had his struggles with depression, and even with neglectful parents. I count myself very fortunate for having been born into such a wonderful family, regardless of whether or not they've been over-zealous in their concern for me.
I do have some qualities that some might consider as making me the black sheep of the family, but I personally believe that since my parents have done everything in their power to accept me as who and what I am and what I choose to do (as they realize I have a fairly wondrous capacity for doing what is right) I am no more a black sheep than any of they. Hell, it's not like my sister and I are much different, we're just two people with similar world views on seemingly opposite ends of the social spectrum.
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"You had a tough day at the office, so you come home, make yourself some dinner, smother your kids, pop in a movie; maybe a have a drink. It's fun, right? ...wrong.
...don't smother your kids."
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