I thought that when I got old enough my fucked up perspective on the world would correct itself. Much like my mother did, I thought if I waited long enough I’d become normal. Now, at 31, I’m coming to terms with the fact that my fucked-uppedness is something I will have to live with my entire life, like a chronic, incurable ailment.
At least I’m no longer waiting for it to go away.
sometimes our ‘fucked-upness’ comes from not being able to kick ourselves in our own asses……….
I have faith in your ability to do miracles in this world of the mundane.
I think it has to do with our times.
See, our grandparents had much less in the way of choices than we do. It was more: birth school work death (love and rockets), not a whole lot of searching about what your best career is, what your sexuality is, where you would be happiest living, that kind of thing. You were normal because (with some exceptions) normal was the only way.
Now, because there is so much in the way of choices on how to live your life, there is a lot more out there that can be labeled as “fucked up” and a lot more questioning about what “normal” really is.
unasked-for advice
Take it from a (still unlicenced)pro – fucked-uppedness, for lack of a better word, is WHO WE ARE. There is no normal. Everyone is fucked up, on different variables. Some people hide it better, or find nice little compromises to make things flow more smoothly. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Have some ice cream. Love you.
S
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P.S. You still wanna go to BurningMan?
I have to agree with you. However, I’m glad to be alive now as opposed to them. I wouldn’t really want to be normal. I just wish my fucked uppedness came with an off switch.