Really, I shouldn't do this shirt now. There are many, many other shirts in the queue that are much older and therefore more in need of my loving attention. However, I just noticed that I spelled Sufficient wrong in the title and as long as I am here, I might as well knock it out.

Actually, I am sitting at my friend Brian's house waiting for Thanksgiving turkey and abusing his WiFi, so this could either be long an interesting or short and sweet.

Anyway, I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment. As bad as my childhood was, at least I didn't have to pay taxes. Rent was paid for, as was food, clothes, and assorted adult debris. I had tons of free time, and really bad movies seemed good as I was too ignorant to know what a good movie entailed. Upon reflection, being emotionally abused and (occasionally) beaten by my dad seems a minor cost to pay.

Of course, this is all through the fog of my adult life. If I were really honest, my childhood was a dark, swampy hell of bullies, fights (it may surprise some of you and Hollywood both to learn that standing up to bullies does not always make them stop picking on you, especially if you get your ass kicked), massive alienation, feelings of inadequacy (picked last for sports, etc.) and powerlessness, paranoia (just because I was paranoid doesn't mean the other kids weren't out to get me), unfocused rage, focused rage, self destructive thoughts, and moments of insanely dangerous stunts. In retrospect, being an adult is pretty cool. However, if I could be a kid today, with all the cool technology and the whole anti bullying campaign it seems amazingly cushy.

I'm in danger of channeling my dad and shifting over to a "when I was young" rant.  Since I have done that ad nauseum already I will refrain.  I will mention that my dad's "when I was young" stories make my childhood seem like I spent it entirely swaddled in silk and fed with a spoon by my super hot nanny.  Let's just say the childhood labor laws weren't as stringently enforced as one would hope when he was a kid.

Anyway, I guess my dream is to revert to my childhood without all the associated crud that gummed up my life. Also, I don't think I want to lose interest in girls, although I often times think my life would be a lot easier if I did.

Oops. Looks like the turkey is done. That's it for this one. More next time.

Dave
November 25th, 2010