Kleptomania, scrunchies,tshirts, Jason Mraz and me !

Ya know, Each time Jason Mraz posts something on his blog, His sincerity and the blog content and the personal stories, allow me to open up and share my stories with him too.
And then the comments are so long, so personal that i am inclined to repost my comment here as a new blog entry.
Case in question is jason's blog entry about his childhood vacations at his grammy's place and his one memory of getting caught while attempting to steal tshirts while on a retreat and all and sundry.
Here is what i had to say on the issue:
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aaaaaaah.
The school finally didn't allow it? LOL
Funny how the first reaction to our first mistakes guides our personality in the future.
Ya know, If you had gotten away with that stealing , prolly you would have tried shoplifting again.Maybe you would have become a closet kleptomaniac.LOL.
Good that the kleptomania syndrome was nipped in the bud.I am hoping it did get nipped.
Many bad habits start at an age of experimentation, A stage where you are trying to decide on your own what in your book of life , is wrong or right. If something goes unchecked at that time, i starts seeming okay.
Ya know what I am getting at, right?
Looks like the dad and gramma were egging you stuff it , LOL. Emotional eating is a whole another story which I don't want to dwell on right now. HMMMMM.. Interesting how our families in one way or another shape our personalities. For better or for worse.
Nice to read the life stories.
BTW,
I remember that when i was 13, one of my mom's younger sisters(which there are very many), actually tried to train me to steal scruntchies from a local fair. she wanted to stand as cover while i stole stuff. I think , she saw it as some adventure of her own where she could get away with stolen goodies. The most important thing was that , by the time I was 13 I had already set my personality, about my sense of right and wrong.I had my own rules of right or wrong. I didn't see the whole exercise as some juvenile thrill seeking method to feel like one achieved something by getting away with stealing. What did I do? While she stood there as cover hurriedly gesturing me to pick up as many scrunchies as possible and pocket them and walk away while she pretended to keep the seller busy with conversation, I just gave her an angry stare and simple walked away from there without stealing anything.You see, I saw that act as stealing.
Hmmmm.
jase, hugs to you dear.