I actually can't stand the "My life sucked" victim compex. It makes me sick. Take some f'n responsibility for your own life. Sure things happened to you, and sure they may have sucked, but letting them drag you down serves no purpose other than self pity. (People with clinical depression and the like are of course excluded.) I know my "get over it" attitude upsets a lot of people, but I see no reason to dwell on things once you have moved beyond them. Sure, my mom was a drunk. Sure, my family life was absolute shit. Sure, we were poor welfare children. Sure, most of my mom's boyfreinds were the most reprehensible people on Earth. But using any of that as an excuse for what I do today, 20 years later, is just that. An excuse. Kind of like using God to justify your morality. Do it because YOU think it is right not because anyone or anything else does.
I realize that my past helped shape who I am today. Gave me perspective. But we all have that turning point. Come to that crossroads. That moment when you can either be a victim or you can move on. (I don't use the term survivor - A survior generally survives with a lot of luck and very little decision whereas you can chose to be a victim or move on.) I chose to move on. And for the life of me, I can't figure out why so many people don't.
Sometimes I think I am just wired different.......
What I really want to write about are the more humerous events. My mom making meatloaf naked in the middle of the kitchen floor drunk as can be. While the illegal immigrant babysitter, my two very young sisters and I stood in the livingroom watching and eating popcorn. No lie....eating popcorn. (The long version of this has actually made people cry they were laughing so hard)
But to give it some balance, I'll have to talk about some of the bad times too. I don't want people to think I am some insensitive freak.
I just want people to understand that sometimes you can laugh at the past. Especially once you have moved on and gained the perspective that age and hindsight lend to memory.