![]() My idiot late ex-stepfather Maurice/Judah ben Israel talked about “ making…men” out of me and Darren. My Mom “ didn’t take no handouts from no one” and saw labor unions as “ them bloodsuckers.” My father Jimme asked about “gettin’ dict wet” from the time I was 14 until I turned 18, and called me a “ faggat” everything I told him I didn’t. Yet, somehow, so many of us present our parents to the world as if they are marble statues set on top of alabaster pedestals.įor me, it’s taken 30 years to unlearn much of the lessons and baggage I took on under my parents and legal guardian’s tutelage. Otherwise, any of us are but carbon copies of imperfect beings at best, total fuckups at world. ![]() But that gratefulness should not mean a lifetime’s supply of unquestioning everything that any of us learned from those who raised us. Yes, we should all be grateful about whatever good our parents did on our behalf to get us to adulthood and beyond. At least, dropping their worldview, their ideologies and disciplines, their ideas about life and relationships, their marital and parenting advice, the loads of abuse, baggage, and bullshit that one learned from spending so much time with them. There are so many ways to write about the idea that if one is to be a grown-ass adult in this world, it requires, actually requires leaving your mother and/or father and/or any other parents and legal guardians behind. Woodstock Leaving Home (cropped), June 13, 2019.
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