At least Boy is honest with himself.
America; a country built of words
which i’ve never seen nor heard.
Blame crummy parents? Just a thought.
Ever since I became aware of the “nature vs. nurture debate” I’ve enjoyed asking my parents, “Do you think it was your bad parenting that made me all screwed up, or your faulty genetics?”
Guy, you’re a genius.
I’m gonna go ask that.
If you acknowledge that your parents raised you badly, there is still hope.
I had this very conversation on a bike ride a while back.
More and more, I’m wondering if Dorothy was spying on me in my childhood. Ah! I’m just being paranoid! Of course she wasn’t! And yet, Boy even looks like me . . . Well, looked.
A good craftsman never blames her tools. And my parents are just tools, so if I am to be good, I cannot blame them for my crummy childhood.
Hmm maybe you just live in a place that makes you feel stagnant boy, go live somewhere even more boring than you so you become the most exciting thing ever.
After listening to teenagers whine, you come to the conclusion everyone had a bad childhood. After listening to adults, you realize teens are whiners for the most part. Quit being your own worst enemy.
I scolded my wife for showing no affection to our kids. She replied “That’s the way I was raised”. She could not admit that her upbringing was faulty.