Why does my dad not let me drive his car?
You are anonymous. We don't know you, or your dad. There is no way for anybody here to answer this question. Have you considered asking your dad? He is the one person who will know for sure. Edit: With the additional information, it seems that your dad is a cautious man. It also seems that you are young, and you have made some mistakes in the past. I would say that your dad does not think you have learned from these mistakes and does not trust your judgement. He may be right, or me may be wrong, but you really have no option other than either accepting it, or buying your own car. You could also ask him what it would take for him to trust you.
My dad likes to put his hand on my lap when he drives, is this weird (I’m a 15-year-old girl)?
Take this into consideration as well: there may be other factors that you haven’t considered.My dad did something to me when I was about twelve. He was driving, I was in the passenger seat. He reached across me to make sure that I had either locked my door or to help me with my seatbelt - I don’t quite remember which. When he was done, he drew his hand back and in the process dragged it across my lap, seemingly touching me inappropriately.Nothing like that happened before or since, so I tried for years to figure out what could have happened there; my dad and I had a loving, if not always terribly close, relationship, and abuse would have been the last thing I would have accused him of. So for a long time I tried to rationalize what had happened, to see if my mind could come up with another reason for it.And suddenly, one day, I did - and it all made sense. My dad had a withered arm - a remnant from a bout of polio when he was a child. It destroyed the muscle tone in that arm and it never recovered. He had some minimal function with that arm, but he was never able to raise it very high or control its movements very well. When he was retracting it after having checked the lock or the seat belt, it wouldn’t have been impossible for him to lift it, but it would have been relatively difficult, and his only other option would have been to drag it across my lap. After this revelation, I began to remember numerous other occasions when he had had to awkwardly move his arm or drag it around - it was a very familiar motion to me, as I had seen him do it many times. But since I was only twelve at the time, none of that immediately occurred to me.I’m not saying that what happened to you was definitively because of something you hadn’t thought of, but I think you owe it to yourself - and your dad - to at least find out.If you do determine that what he is doing to you is actually abusive, please don’t hesitate to speak up and do something about it immediately.
Why does the bible condone incest?
Happened twice according to the Bible, Adam and Eve had kids, but as the only people on earth they had to inbreed to grow the population. Then the world wide flood wipes everyone out and Noah's family are forced to repopulate. Its one of the gaping flaws in the stories. Back then they didn't know about genes and genetic issues, now days we know that inbreeding leads to retardation, sterilisation and eventually wipes out that population.
Do you feel closer to relatives who have always lived at a distance because of being connected on Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, or other social sites?
I do, in some cases.I spent my summers in TN. with my mom’s brother and his family. We were very close until I grew up. Facebook kept me up with their doings and I now visit again, as an adult. I wouldn’t have known that my cousin’s wife had non Hodgkin’s lymphoma a couple of years ago and is now in remission were it not for Facebook. And they only know my sisters kids because of FB.My dad’s Uncles and cousins live in Mo. I’d only met one of them and when I went on an ancestral journey, I found them and coordinated so I could meet them. I didn’t “know” them but I’d heard daddy speak of them frequently so I felt close to them.My nieces spent their first 10 years in TX so they kind of don’t count but now they live in Florida and California. I got to “attend” my niece’s wedding via FB. It was great to get to see it live.If it weren’t for FB, I’d never have met quite a few former unknown cousins from my great aunt because she disowned my dad. I never even knew of their existence but between Genealogy, Family Trees & Family History Records and Facebook, we can now share our lives with each other.And, of course there is always the “family I chose” via friendship. Many of them I just ran into on a thread and adored them so much that I delight in watching them have babies, their kids graduate, etc.Facebook can be a pain in the ass but the good folks on there make it worthwhile to stick around. I don’t do instagram or the other social media sites at all so I can’t comment on those.
As an older person, in what ways do you prevent yourself from becoming a curmudgeon?
Becoming a curmudgeon is not a prerequisite of old age! And there are different kinds of curmudgeons, too! Although the dictionary’s description is: a bad-tempered or surly person, it is a description that can also be used with some affection, someone who is a bit cankerous, but not malicious with it.If you are a surly or bad-tempered person at any age, you can bet your bottom dollar you’ll be just the same - only worse - as you get older. Those are the ones who are beyond the pale - nothing is ever right, complaints all the time and never praise for those who are good to them. Difficult to live with, exasperating to deal with - and really hard to either like or be friends with. In most cases, their very behavior leads to loneliness and that makes them even worse - but then, there’s no helping some people and they are their own worst enemy!On the other hand, some old people actively work on appearing curmudgeonly - partly for fun as, when you are old, you can get away with it. Underneath, they’re probably delightful and their behavior is mostly tongue in cheek.And then there’s another group - and it is this group that I think have a right to be curmudgeons. They are the ones who have a great deal of pain and discomfort, where every action and movement is hard and they find it difficult to be always charming and smiling and cheerful when everything is an effort. When, however careful, a carer or friend can cause even more pain just trying to help.Whatever life was like for them in another age, they are now facing difficult final years; however stoic they may be in the main, it is hard for them not to be a bit curmudgeonly at times. But mostly they have courage, and I salute them!
Why can't people leave me alone?
I don't think your unfriendly, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I don't know many people who know who they are. I think you just never seem to run into people you are interested in. About 99% of talk is bullshit, and bullshit can make some of us go crazy. You don't owe anybody anything, and these people who give you "advice" though they mean well, are not really qualified to give advice. It's highly ignorant, that I can tell you something like "smile more" and expect you to go "OF COURSE! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT, I'LL GET RIGHT ON IT". It's ignorant, and certainly not good advice. You see, you are supposed to "conform". That's what you are "supposed" to do. If you don't do what you are "supposed" to do, there is something "wrong" with you. What are you doing wrong? You are not acting like you are supposed to be acting, thats what you are doing "wrong". Fair play to you, you are being honest. If the world was full of honest people nobody would have a problem with who you are. It's insecurities (believe it or not), you aren't doing such and such, who do you think you are? Not your insecurities, other peoples insecurities. But they are expending so much energy on doing what they are "supposed" to do that anything you do that you aren't supposed to do makes people react. Anyway, I'm not a curmudgeon, I'm "not" friendly as well but then again I am the most friendly person in the world, I just don't have interest in bullshit which unfortunately everybody lives by. Well, not unfortunate anymore in my case, I'm happy with who I am. You were once a nice person, but you learned to not be a nice person for several reasons, and that's because people take advantage of "niceness" and make it into some horrible thing to be ashamed of. Because most people who consider themselves "nice" are full of ****, they are nice - when it suits. You could have the bestest friend/partner in the world who will be nice to you and claim that they are nice and then royally **** you over. This is what "nice" people do, and they all think they're nice. They're full of ****. You just haven't met genuine people who won't take your strength of being nice as a "weakness". You need some George, listen to someone smart for a change http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOdHg6adi...