Smoking. They both smoked, I swore I never would, and then I ended up doing it. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.

I swore I'd never be physician, like my dad, and by God I made it!

Probably all the cheating. I guess drugs make it more fun once in a while but it's nothing I'd want to incorporate with any sort of regularity.

Nothing that I can think of, thankfully.
Not that they're chock full of nasty habits or anything.

Mr. Bungle At Work: Eating Christian babies. But sadly, I failed. They're too damn tasty.

Seriously.
I'm not even Jewish, but much like bagels and ruggelach, the chosen people know a tasty treat when they see it.

Rev. Skarekroe: I'm not even Jewish, but much like bagels and ruggelach, the chosen people know a tasty treat when they see it.

Maybe. I can't be associated with a religion that disallows shrimp brochettes.

Erotic asphyxiation. And drugs absolutely help.

I have anger issues. I try to work on them, but they're still there. I don't want to be the angry dad.

Also my 7 year-old daughter told me last night that it was bad that I sometimes show my middle finger to people while driving. I THOUGHT I WAS BEING SLY, YOU NOSY KID.

Marysue: At least greenlight the interesting threads, Jesus.

Quit pissing in my Wheaties. It's my first greenlight in weeks.

Molesting baby ducks and illegally smuggling diseased pap smears... I swore I'd never follow in their footsteps, but...

I learned to not become an alcoholic. On the same note, I learned how to face your demons and overcome addiction and face health adversities with calm and dignity.

Marysue: OneFretAway: Marysue: At least greenlight the interesting threads, Jesus.

Quit pissing in my Wheaties. It's my first greenlight in weeks.

It would have been funnier if you'd asked why I called you Jesus.

Another missed opportunity. As usual, you nailed it.

Well, I learned from my dad not to be a selfish asshole and ditch my family for another woman... Been with the same woman for the last 23 years, so so far so good, I would say.

I learned not to be a narcissistic sociopath,

thanks mom!

vernterv: I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.

I, too, learned how to not become an alcoholic, have a lot of druggie weirdo friends around my young children, and do zero to protect said children from weirdo druggie pedo friends. //oldest

"I learned it from you, Dad, I learned it by watching you!"

Cigarettes. I've never smoked one. My mom would quite for years at a time and still go back, plus they were gross, so as a kid I vowed never to try something that was obviously very addictive and provided no positives.

I swore I was gonna finish high school unlike my parents, yet it looks like I'm gonna take the alternative route and go straight to a technical school.

Nothing. My parents were pretty cool folks.

I swore I'd never use the blue shell when I'm behind in a race. But I have no willpower, and I still do.

Drinking. And yes, it helped.

Oh I thought this was about terrible things we swore we'd never do and then did anyway. My mistake. I'll confine that discussion to all the other TFD threads.

Sing, dance, & act like a goofball with my kid. I was a very serious little girl and thought it was beneath my dignity.

I won't sing Fish Heads, Bounce Your Boobies, or They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha-Ha like my mom did, but I'm fairly silly.

My father was a wonderful example. Of a rage filled alcoholic. In my forties I've managed to avoid three marriages, years of alcoholic abuse, and not beat my children. His example kept me off weed too.

Some therapy helped. Being a practicing Buddhist helped. Not drinking myself silly probably helped more.

Overall, I'm a fairly happy human, and his example helped. Not entirely out of the woods, and I can easily blame his example for me becoming a bouncer for a while, but I like to think that those years were spent helping people, and not just putting a boot to drunken asshats.

I can thank my non-confrontational free-thinking atheism to my parents' unswerving devotion to the Roman church. They taught me exactly what it's like to predicate your fundamental life decisions on religious dogma.

Dancing on the coffee table in my underwear.

/same coffee table even
//at least it's in my house now and not theirs

My father was a great example of how to be a hypocrite. I do my best to avoid that. I am what and who I am, and I "own" it all.

Well I've always stayed faithful to the don't trust whitey advice. Wish I'd paid more attention to the see a doctor, get it taken care of advice.

Growing up Catholic, I'd say not being religious.

And drinking helps everything!

I don't have kids, but I used to get paddled with a wooden paddle. Jesus that hurt. And dad made me bring him the paddle.

keylock71: Well, I learned from my dad not to be a selfish asshole and ditch my family for another woman... Been with the same woman for the last 23 years, so so far so good, I would say.

You sure you're not my uncle? 'Cause my grandfather did that. Course, my grandfather also knocked my dad's teeth out from smacking him around so much.

\yet he wondered why I didn't talk to him when I met him