Latter Day Sinner

Like many in Generation X I was a solitary child. I have younger sisters but I was mostly expected to leave them alone while I was entertaining myself. I had a few friends here and there on the weekends and summer camp, but by and large I was allowed to take care of myself from a fairly young age. Don’t get me wrong. There was always an adult around somewhere if there was an emergency, and when I wanted to do adultish things with a group of adults I was generally welcome. Everyone was all very impressed with how grown up I was. I was special and they let me know that. The last part is probably uncommon for Gen X, but the results were the same. I was in charge of me unless I was making too much noise or hurting someone. Turned out I wasn’t all that special. I was a fuck up in the US Army. College never went well. I was in my mid twenties before I really started to overcome my fear of women. The world didn’t give a shit about me once I stopped being a cute little kid singing his head off. I’m a little better adjusted nowadays. I’ve got a family and a job. But the world still doesn’t give a shit for the most part. If you have read this far I thank you for being the exception. You wouldn’t have thought it would take so long to come to grips with the fact that I am not the center of the universe, and yet here we are. My experiences growing up weren’t all that different from anyone else’s in my generation, they just took longer to sink in. Stay awesome weirdos.