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Hello everybody, crimson here.

Now, in Ireland it is common for teens to go to banada, cartown and the sorts. Banada, cartown and such are all discos as some of you Irish peeps may know. My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'. The problem is, if I went, I'd go alone. I have 3 friends, 3!!!! 2 of those friends aren't allowed to discos and the sorts and the 3rd, no matter how dear he is to me as a best friend, is like a slowed 3-year old despite being 2 weeks older than me. I also don't want to go, and no offence to any Irish people here as I myself am part Irish, they are all hypocrits, the kids at least. I am bullied for being english continuosly through my school life, they even go so far as to sing I.R.A anthems in front of me and mocking my accent. No matter how much I tell my mother she still says I should go out and such. What can I do/say to convince her, please somebody help me.

If you're old enough to go to a disco, you're old enough to not listen to your mother. Do what you want to do, and don't feel bad about it. If it makes your mother unhappy, that's totally her problem, and she's the one who needs to find some maturity. If you have friends, then you have a social life, and your mom shouldn't run it.

Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

Maybe you should try going to one of the clubs or discos.

If nothing else, you can say "yeah, tried that, it sucked."

crimsonfist832 wrote:Hello everybody, crimson here.

Now, in Ireland it is common for teens to go to banada, cartown and the sorts. Banada, cartown and such are all discos as some of you Irish peeps may know. My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'. The problem is, if I went, I'd go alone. I have 3 friends, 3!!!! 2 of those friends aren't allowed to discos and the sorts and the 3rd, no matter how dear he is to me as a best friend, is like a slowed 3-year old despite being 2 weeks older than me. I also don't want to go, and no offence to any Irish people here as I myself am part Irish, they are all hypocrits, the kids at least. I am bullied for being english continuosly through my school life, they even go so far as to sing I.R.A anthems in front of me and mocking my accent. No matter how much I tell my mother she still says I should go out and such. What can I do/say to convince her, please somebody help me.

I have an out. Do you have access to a chainsaw and either a good hockey mask or even some cardboard and scissors? If so, then freedom is right around the corner...

Otherwise what others have said. IF you're old enough to disco you're old enough to shout "DEATH BEFORE DISCO! NOW GO FIX ME TURKEY POT PIE!"

Frazzled wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:Hello everybody, crimson here.

Now, in Ireland it is common for teens to go to banada, cartown and the sorts. Banada, cartown and such are all discos as some of you Irish peeps may know. My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'. The problem is, if I went, I'd go alone. I have 3 friends, 3!!!! 2 of those friends aren't allowed to discos and the sorts and the 3rd, no matter how dear he is to me as a best friend, is like a slowed 3-year old despite being 2 weeks older than me. I also don't want to go, and no offence to any Irish people here as I myself am part Irish, they are all hypocrits, the kids at least. I am bullied for being english continuosly through my school life, they even go so far as to sing I.R.A anthems in front of me and mocking my accent. No matter how much I tell my mother she still says I should go out and such. What can I do/say to convince her, please somebody help me.

I have an out. Do you have access to a chainsaw and either a good hockey mask or even some cardboard and scissors? If so, then freedom is right around the corner...

Otherwise what others have said. IF you're old enough to disco you're old enough to shout "DEATH BEFORE DISCO! NOW GO FIX ME TURKEY POT PIE!"

Hmm, I can locate some chainsaws and such. Hockey mask is easy. Hmmmmm........

crimsonfist832 wrote:

Frazzled wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:Hello everybody, crimson here.

Now, in Ireland it is common for teens to go to banada, cartown and the sorts. Banada, cartown and such are all discos as some of you Irish peeps may know. My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'. The problem is, if I went, I'd go alone. I have 3 friends, 3!!!! 2 of those friends aren't allowed to discos and the sorts and the 3rd, no matter how dear he is to me as a best friend, is like a slowed 3-year old despite being 2 weeks older than me. I also don't want to go, and no offence to any Irish people here as I myself am part Irish, they are all hypocrits, the kids at least. I am bullied for being english continuosly through my school life, they even go so far as to sing I.R.A anthems in front of me and mocking my accent. No matter how much I tell my mother she still says I should go out and such. What can I do/say to convince her, please somebody help me.

I have an out. Do you have access to a chainsaw and either a good hockey mask or even some cardboard and scissors? If so, then freedom is right around the corner...

Otherwise what others have said. IF you're old enough to disco you're old enough to shout "DEATH BEFORE DISCO! NOW GO FIX ME TURKEY POT PIE!"

Hmm, I can locate some chainsaws and such. Hockey mask is easy. Hmmmmm........

Chainsaws + local sestablishments with large amounts of cash = PROFIT!

crimsonfist832 wrote:I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature

Unlikely. You believe you're mature, and you may be more mature than your friends, but maturity is still quite a ways away for you my friend. Enjoy being a kid, it'll be the only time in your life that you have a chance.

Clubs, discos, and bars are a hell of a lot of fun, but going alone is a recipe for disappointment. If you do decide that you would like to go, bring a your slow friend. You're not going to the club to test your wits, you're going to let loose, and everyone needs a wingman.

Honestly though, if you feel like you're going to be uncomfortable and painfully awkward, don't go. Do what you enjoy doing, the mood will strike you someday, and when it does hit the streets with gusto.

crimsonfist832 wrote:Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

If they sing IRA songs at you, just stick the loaf on the ringleader and then tell him you left a snickers on Bobby Sands grave as he cowers in his own blood on the floor.

You will be the most popular lad in school, trust me.*

*Don't trust me

mattyrm wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

If they sing IRA songs at you, just stick the loaf on the ringleader and then tell him you left a snickers on Bobby Sands grave as he cowers in his own blood on the floor.

You will be the most popular lad in school, trust me.*

*Don't trust me

My coffee narrowly missed my keyboard, you amazing person you.

Can someone translate that to English: STAT!

Still a bit hazy, but I think Bobby Sands was an IRA volunteer who died after sixty-something days of hunger striking during his imprisonment.

His death caused an upsurge in IRA activity and rioting.

"Snickers on his grave" would give anyone who supports their ideology a severe cranial hemorrhage.

On a serious note, I can relate mate.

I did a tour of South Armagh when I was fresh out the box, 19 years old. Known as "Bandit country" the only place in Northern Ireland where every single fether you meet in a 100% IRA loving semi-literate Catholic peasant convinced that they still live in the 1970's and every British soldier is a baby raper and not just a young lad doing some adventuring and paying the bills.

It screwed me up as a young man. The small amount of actual incidents that soldiers are required for didn't really affect me too much because I expected it all (mannign VCP's and talking to actual IRA members, assisting ATO, a few riots and the occasional molotov) it was the incessent unending hatred from normal people that messed me up!

After 6 months of being verbally abused by old women, young mothers, toddlers... I basically went home hating anything and everyone Irish. I was a trained soldier, but when your young, you really dont see the bigger picture.

In a nutshell, this gak happens when your a young thruster. Its why fighting age males are almost always between the age of 13-25. It's basically because young people are full of fire (and bull gak) and they love to start some bother. Basically when your young, your mouth is a gallop before your brain is in the saddle.

All I can say is, It stops when you grow, you will no doubt have plenty of Irish pals when your older, and that whole "us vs them" thing will vanish like fog in the sunlight.

Its annoying though.. Esepcially as 15 year old Irish kids at school here dont get constantly bullied.. there were a few in my school and they didnt get that much gak.

Well.. we did used to call his Dad Gerry Adams, but that was all in good fun!


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Nerivant wrote:Still a bit hazy, but I think Bobby Sands was an IRA volunteer who died after sixty-something days of hunger striking during his imprisonment.

His death caused an upsurge in IRA activity and rioting.

"Snickers on his grave" would give anyone who supports their ideology a severe cranial hemorrhage.

Yes Bobby Sands was a hunger striker that is revered by the IRA and their followers, which is why British soldiers used to leave confectionery on his grave in a childish yet gratifying way whenever they were having a quiet tour of duty.

After 6 months of being verbally abused by old women, young mothers, toddlers...

Sounds like my first job at an amusement park...

mattyrm wrote: Yes Bobby Sands was a hunger striker that is revered by the IRA and their followers, which is why British soldiers used to leave confectionery on his grave in a childish yet gratifying way whenever they were having a quiet tour of duty.

This is highly amusing.

mattyrm wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

If they sing IRA songs at you, just stick the loaf on the ringleader and then tell him you left a snickers on Bobby Sands grave as he cowers in his own blood on the floor.

You will be the most popular lad in school, trust me.*

*Don't trust me

Bwahahha. Tell your mother that if she doesn't leave you alone you'll run off and join a Travellers caravan. If suicide is really the only option buy a snickers.

Qualifications FTW but school sucks weather you are being bullied or not. Study hard get good grades and when you can get a good job get a job somewhere else.

When you come back to visit the vast majority of those bullies will be working dead end jobs, most likely where you can be an arsehole customer if you like.

The best revenge is to live a good life failing that pick the biggest one and put him in hospital even if the others put you in the bed next to him they won't come near you again.


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crimsonfist832 wrote:Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

No-one is mature at 15. As you get older you just get better at telling when it's OK to act like a kid.

Sonophos wrote:


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crimsonfist832 wrote:Yeh murdog. I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature, the maturist if that's even a word of my very small group of friends. I am fine doing what I do, I enjoy just sitting down scouring my dex's and books, painting and such but my mother just seems to think I'd 'enjoy' myself at one of these discos despite going to one and having the worst time ever. Sometimes being a teen sucks.

No-one is mature at 15. As you get older you just get better at telling when it's OK to act like a kid.

Maturity is a facade that, as we grow, we hide behind

@OP, are there some other, more appealing social scenes? Or groups and clubs where people who share your interests may go to?

Some could be more so than others as maturity isn't entirely based on age, only partially.

Frazzled wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:

Frazzled wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:Hello everybody, crimson here.

Now, in Ireland it is common for teens to go to banada, cartown and the sorts. Banada, cartown and such are all discos as some of you Irish peeps may know. My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'. The problem is, if I went, I'd go alone. I have 3 friends, 3!!!! 2 of those friends aren't allowed to discos and the sorts and the 3rd, no matter how dear he is to me as a best friend, is like a slowed 3-year old despite being 2 weeks older than me. I also don't want to go, and no offence to any Irish people here as I myself am part Irish, they are all hypocrits, the kids at least. I am bullied for being english continuosly through my school life, they even go so far as to sing I.R.A anthems in front of me and mocking my accent. No matter how much I tell my mother she still says I should go out and such. What can I do/say to convince her, please somebody help me.

I have an out. Do you have access to a chainsaw and either a good hockey mask or even some cardboard and scissors? If so, then freedom is right around the corner...

Otherwise what others have said. IF you're old enough to disco you're old enough to shout "DEATH BEFORE DISCO! NOW GO FIX ME TURKEY POT PIE!"

Hmm, I can locate some chainsaws and such. Hockey mask is easy. Hmmmmm........

Chainsaws + local sestablishments with large amounts of cash = PROFIT!

Don't forget to bring the grey paint and a contortionist. Be sure they're first seen by walking down the stairs in an awkward and unnatural manner though.
For bonus points be afraid of them as well and drop the chainsaw.

What kind of club can you go to at 15?
All the clubs around here ID you on the door and don't let you in if you're under 18...

crimsonfist832 wrote:My mother is URGING me to go to these discos and have a social life, despite the fact that I already have a social life and have to wade through the miserable thing known to us as 'school'.

No matter what culture they are in, mothers all seem to have similar goals. I suspect that while your mother may have said the above to you, what she actually means is, "go out and meet girls". "Go have a social life" and its variations seem to be mom code for "go out and meet girls".

Sekminara wrote:

crimsonfist832 wrote:I'm 15, 16 in september and totally mature

Unlikely. You believe you're mature, and you may be more mature than your friends, but maturity is still quite a ways away for you my friend. Enjoy being a kid, it'll be the only time in your life that you have a chance.

Clubs, discos, and bars are a hell of a lot of fun, but going alone is a recipe for disappointment. If you do decide that you would like to go, bring a your slow friend. You're not going to the club to test your wits, you're going to let loose, and everyone needs a wingman.

Honestly though, if you feel like you're going to be uncomfortable and painfully awkward, don't go. Do what you enjoy doing, the mood will strike you someday, and when it does hit the streets with gusto.

and 40 year olds are mature? nonsense. I've met 14 year olds with more common sense than their 41 year old parents... I will take Crimsonfist's word that he is mature in his group, and given that he doesn't want to go to an angsty hormone-fuelled disaster disco, it's good for him.

That said, you still need to go. Go alone, get completely out of your skin and become another person, develop an alter ego. Treat this as an educational experience if you can't do anything else and see if you can use this as a chance to become a conniving worm. My advice is predicated on the fact that it's pretty much what I did, and thoroughly enjoyed the plyability of character I developed which has kept me out of trouble in many a dark place.

Have you ever watched Father Ted? We are talking rural/semi rural Ireland here.

The people at the disco will probably be the pricks from school with added alcohol.

Sonophos wrote:Have you ever watched Father Ted? We are talking rural/semi rural Ireland here.

The people at the disco will probably be the pricks from school with added alcohol.

He's 15...
How will anyone be drinking?

Just lie and tell her you're going and just go hang out in a coffee shop all night or something. Rub some dirt on your face and say you had a good time.

Easy!

Sounds like a complicated problem though.

purplefood wrote:

Sonophos wrote:Have you ever watched Father Ted? We are talking rural/semi rural Ireland here.

The people at the disco will probably be the pricks from school with added alcohol.

He's 15...
How will anyone be drinking?

I was getting served in any pub I liked at 15 and I was in Sussex.

Really? People are pretty tight on booze here, unless you're 6 foot and hairier than an ox at 15 you won't get served.

corpsesarefun wrote:Really? People are pretty tight on booze here, unless you're 6 foot and hairier than an ox at 15 you won't get served.

Same. The fines for serving underage people are fairly big, most places won't risk it and ID you if they even suspect you.

ME and my pals were drinking regularly from the age of 14 onwards, but perhaps the laws have been made significantly stricter since the '90s.

Yeah, i'm gonna go ahead and say they probably did...