On Childhood

The only proper way to frame this is that every human only has Three Options when attempting to live with the turmoil of childhood, and whatever problems our parents wired us with regardless of if they were doing what they thought was best at the time.

Because most people have Something, some issue with their parents, even if it’s not as overtly traumatic as being physically abused in some way. Psychological abuse…the shitty thing with that is it can be very subtle at the time it’s occurring.

I’m merely speculating, but I would guess a great deal of people don’t even deal with their childhood as they continue through life as an adult. Or, even realize that there may be something to deal with, regardless of if your experiences were

more good than bad, or seemed that way at the time. Where you werent necessarily actively upset as a child, but sometimes you look back and may get caught off guard with reactions like, “Hmm. That seems a little fucked up”, or if youve ever had the thought, “Well…it could have been worse” about some past experience as a kid. Just because ‘it could have been worse’ doesnt mean it was OK, or that this experience didn’t help to form some aspect of your personality.

My pondersome point being, people have three options for living with this. Murder/suicide, living a soulless/numb/disconnected life, or Creative Output.

So, tap into Yourself (without falling into the Pit of Self), smoke a fucking joint, and make something. Or, do something, say something, FEEL something and let that guide you into being creative in whatever general form it takes in your weird, horrible, beautiful brain.

Because, chances are you need the positive and therapeutic effects this can have for the soul. And, more importantly, it can make this existence actually enjoyable at times.