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I'm a fifteen year old boy and I work outdoors a lot, mostly doing yard work around the neighborhood to make some extra money on the side. There are a lot of cutting tasks involved, and I found that a disposable razor wasn't cutting it (pun intended). Not only was it getting tedious (and expensive) to buy new blades every week or so when they got dull, but there are a lot of things that you can do with a better quality knife that you just aren't able to with a razor. I've lurked around this forum for a few years now, as knives, especially folding ones, have always been a topic of interest to me. I find it fascinating how there are so many different types for different jobs, and so on and so forth. I eventually pulled the trigger on a Spyderco Tenacious, hearing all of the great reviews on here and YouTube. It's a great knife, even though the blade steel does dull quite easily, and I've pretty much fell in love with the thing. Straight out of the box I put a wicked edge on it with some of my grandfather's whetstones after teaching myself how to freehand sharpen with some crappy kitchen knives. I cleaned it and replaced the factory lubricant with mineral oil as to not harm the flowers I'm trimming, or if I decide to prepare food with. Basically what I'm getting at is that I'm responsible with the thing, and I get a lot of use out of it. The other day though, I was cutting up a cereal box so that I could fit it into the trash can, and I kid you not, I heard probably the loudest gasp I've ever thought possible. I looked up and my mom was standing there, beet red, saying things like "why the hell do you have a weapon" and "I thought I could trust you". I actually couldn't understand her she was screaming so loud, so I clipped it back to her pants and calmed her down, asking what was wrong. After she had calmed down, she told me that she had no idea why I had a knife, and asked me what I was doing with a weapon. I explained that it was not a weapon, and told her why I had it. She immediately freaked out again, saying that I was a huge disappointment to her, because she hates guns and stuff. After a lot more yelling, (only on her part, might I add, I was trying not to get frustrated) I explained to her that it was a tool that I get a lot of use out, and it wasn't intended to be used as a weapon, let alone me actually even considering using it as one. She cut me off and told me to stop bullsh*****g her, and yanked the thing out of my pocket, telling me how her oldest sun is a disgrace and stuff, and took it up to her room and hid it somewhere. She stayed up there for a while, and I'm pretty sure she even cried, because she had bloodshot eyes and her face was wet. I tried to avoid her for a while, because it seemed like I couldn't have a civilized conversation with her without getting my head bitten off. Skip ahead a few days, and she calls me into her room. She asked why I had it, and I told her I use it for a lot of things around the house, and when I'm working (I was edcing it). She told me that it was obviously a weapon that I was hiding from her. I guess that she didn't know that I had it. She then asked that if the reason I had it was because I was getting picked on in school ( I f***ing hate the word bullied lol). I again told her no, it was not a weapon, I'm not stupid, and that it's just a tool. She still didn't listen to me, and at that point I just said that we'd talk later. Basically, what I'm asking is... How do I get her to talk to me like a normal human being and not go totally apes**t on me, and 2, how do I get it back, because I really do need it. Thanks
sorry for such a long winded post.
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