25 and feeling like a kid again...sort of...
They say that you cannot go back to your childhood. Everything was much simplier back then. You got up, ate breakfast played with your tools and did whatever you wanted. Then you grew up, went to school, lived, laughed and loved life and went on...
But, what-if you didn't have a choice about your childhood and were forced to become independant? To grow up and not really have a childhood. I did. I had too. I mean, being raised in a single-parent family is hard enough, you make due with things that you don't need or couldn't afford and I was fine with that... But, at what point do you or rather are you able to make your own choices? Independance is a hard thing to give up.
I was independant for three years during college and it was the best time of my life.
I'd go to school, study, do my work, play games, pay rent eat what I wanted and enjoyed my life. Then I graduated, moved in with the folks because I didn't have a job at the time...
Then my independence was slowly taken away... I was asked where I was going, what I was doing on my computer, etc etc... 25 years old and because I don't have a job right now and I'm applying to everything, I am 'forced' with an ultimatum yet again... I do what I am told or I look elsewhere for a place to go, with no incoming income to support myself...
So I'm up shit's creek without a paddle.
There is a funeral that I 'have' to go to, it's a family event... a person died that I did not know personally and I have to show respect to a person that has unfortunately passed on. In my mind I'm not showing respect by offering condolences that are fake. I'm not showing respect but just being there. To me it just does not seem right to be at a person's wake when you did not know that person. To me that is disrespectful to the family that has survived that person.
But, I go anyhow, because of an ultamatum.. Because I have no job.. because I have nothing else to do...
If that sounds calous I truly apologize... But, I'm just speaking the truth. As men, we can show the 'stiff upper lip' but, this goes against my nature to just be at a place that I know I am not comfortable with.
I've been to too many funnerals in my lifetime... My father's side all passed on due to Diabeties. I went to 7 funnerals in 5 years. These things make everything uncomfortable for me.
The last one was my Uncle Andy. A truly great man that I was truly sad to see go...
My Emotions are all in a mess still and for me that is extremely nerve-racking... It is like because I have had to grow up as quickly as I did, that I am crying over sad situations... On TV last night, I was watching the Wrestlemania 1-9 series... and I don't know why, but I cried when Randy the Macho-man Savage and Miss Elizabeth were married and then when they got back together again...
Am I truly that weird? What is really happening to me... It's freaking me out that's for sure and this isn't the first time...
VX pondering...
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