My grandfather molested (my aunt)his daughter, and beat my father. His wife was crazy.
My other grandfather molested my aunt and my mother, and beat his son. His wife was crazy.
My mom was crazy. My father was an abusive child molester. Ever single adult in my life was incapable of being a role model.
That gene pool is my lot in life.
But that's not who I am, or what defines me. I'm not going to go ballistic on society and blame my parents for my misery.
When I hear of someone blaming their parents or up-bringing for their miserable lives it pisses me off.
I'm a good spouse and parent. I work hard, play fair, and get along well with others. I'm nobodies responsibility but my own. I vote, pay taxes, and will die like the rest of us will, alone.
I strive to be the best me. Gene pool be damned.
2/5/08
No Immunity
When I filed for bankruptcy years ago, I thought my world was crumbling. I'd look at my friends, family, co-workers and think 'I want to be financially stable, like them'. Turns out, half of the ones I'd have traded boots with in a heartbeat were worse off than I was when I filed.
Today I discovered that one of those I envied had to file for Chapter 13 last month. This person takes home over three thousand dollars a paycheck and he's in over his head.
For the next five years he'll be bringing home less than nine hundred dollars a check. (For the next five years!?)
His earning potential is four times that much and it's already spent.
Woa.
Still, it just tells me what I already knew: We're all equally stupid.
Today I discovered that one of those I envied had to file for Chapter 13 last month. This person takes home over three thousand dollars a paycheck and he's in over his head.
For the next five years he'll be bringing home less than nine hundred dollars a check. (For the next five years!?)
His earning potential is four times that much and it's already spent.
Woa.
Still, it just tells me what I already knew: We're all equally stupid.
Here goes nothin...
Have you ever had an epiphany and wanted to blog about it but couldn't? Oh, not that you didn't have the writing ability. (No, we're all fabulous writers.) No, I'm talking about the inability to blog about something or someone because you might hurt someone's feelings, or worse wreck a friendship or marriage.
The fact is that many of us withhold the good stuff because we don't want to step on anybody's toes. When we began writing, admiring our own prose wasn't enough, so we shared them with our spouses, some friends, some family members...and so on.
Now we find ourselves limited on what we can say. That completely sucks.
So here I am. You may know me, you may not. This is where I'll go when I want to get it out. I plan on letting it all completely go.
Starting. Right. Now.
The fact is that many of us withhold the good stuff because we don't want to step on anybody's toes. When we began writing, admiring our own prose wasn't enough, so we shared them with our spouses, some friends, some family members...and so on.
Now we find ourselves limited on what we can say. That completely sucks.
So here I am. You may know me, you may not. This is where I'll go when I want to get it out. I plan on letting it all completely go.
Starting. Right. Now.
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