posted on Aug, 22 2011 @ 07:59 AM
Well, Im going to argue the other side of this I suppose now. When I was 15 my friends and I drove over to a friends house that we knew through the
rave scene (aging myself I know). Smoked some, and later in the night dropped some '___'. We then thought it would be a great idea to go to the
neighborhood pool. Mind you this is a neighborhood I have never been in before, and the house I didn't know either. We walked through the woods to
the pool and back again later. The coming back was rough, and we all got kinda lost and separated. I actually entered the wrong house (the house
nextdoor to the one I was trying to get to) through the sliding glass door in the backyard around 2am. Now I don't remember too much of the
conversation I had with these people when they found me fumbling around in their fridge for something to drink, but oddly enough they just escorted me
next door. No police were called, and nothing was ever said about it to my family. Needless to say I don't do any drugs anymore because 1.) I
remember being very confused and agitated by these people, since I believed I was in the correct house why were these weirdo's there and demanding to
know who I was? 2.) I really don't recall anything I said at the time, just my thoughts at the time, but to me it seemed like I was the one being
attacked and I had no where to go. There was no violence or anything, and these people were unbelievably nice to just take me next door, but I don't
know if it was advisable to treat me that way when I was in such a ridiculous state of mind. It still scares me to remember how terrified I was and
what I would have done to defend myself.
So essentially this, I was a dumb kid and I committed a break-and-enter. I didn't intend to. The owners would have been dead to rights to shoot me
dead. It's ironic, but I still think I am the one more rattled by their presence than they were by mine.
Dumb kids do dumb things. I'm not really on this kid's side, but I can see how drugs and identity issues can lead someone to seriously tragic
judgement either in the child's regard or a victim's. How are you really to deal with that?
Edit: The third thing that I left out, and that scares me the most, is that I could have hurt these people. I was so confused, and in my mind they
were the intruders. They handled it in a way that was absolutely to my benefit and I'm not going to turn an eye to that. It just scares me how wrong
all of that night could have gone, and I don't know that what they did wasnt a ridiculous gamble that turned out in my benefit instead of in the
social interest. So I guess I'm saying, it's a gamble.
edit on 22-8-2011 by czerro because: (no reason given)