When I was a little boy, it was a given that you would go to church on Sunday with your Granny.
My mom wouldn’t go because she was on dope.
My Dad wouldn’t go because he was greater than God and knew that all the other people that attended church were delusional and culls. They were all stupider than him and he couldn’t tolerate their presence.
I look back at it now and pity them.
I have a lot of issues with my parents; or “used to” I guess I should say, now.
The thing about them was that they were products of their own upbringing…and the products of the products of their parent’s upbringing, so on and so on.
They turned out the way they had because of how THEY were raised.
A lot of tree-hugging/psycho-babble people out there believe that you can overcome your upbringing and endeavor…
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