Becoming Your Own Person and Stuff

Welcome to the Fantastic and Flabby Academy of Flabbergasted Flat Earthers! Today we’re going to be talking about how completely shocked we are that anyone could be so dumb to believe the earth is round. I mean haven’t these people walked before? Can you walk on a marble? No. You know why you can’t walk on a marble? BECAUSE IT’S ROUND. So, how in glory’s hole could you walk on an earth? Have you ever thought about? No, you haven’t because you’re just a sheep in the system and you’ll believe whatever they tell you. I bet you believe that cheese comes from cows you honey stunted bunch of crud. Either get with the program or get out, because I don’t have time for braindead donkeys like you.

Jesus, who let the president of FAFFE onto the blog again? Can’t believe this. You try to stop em but every once in a while they get through the firewall and then you can’t delete anything they wrote. It’s an utter catastrophe to be honest. I mean what, are we just gonna let anyone type anything they want on the blog now? Is that what this is? Is that what this has become? Unbelievable.

I was spending time with my dad recently and we were talking about one of my blog posts and I said something like “well the first half of the post is always a bunch of nonsense, but…” And he just went “YEAH!” and that made me laugh but also made me surprisingly happy. I’m very grateful to have a space where I can write without censorship and be myself, and I think I also found a sense of pride in continuing to create in my own unique voice despite the fact that lots of people won’t understand it.

Naturally, we all carry some sense of fear around what people will think of us if we say a certain thing or act in a particular way, especially when it comes to family members. Sometimes I’m writing and I’m like “Jesus, my dad’s gonna read this and think what in the fuck?” Or one of my parents friends’ on the sensitive end of things is gonna go YIKES what was that? And I think in that moment where my dad and I both acknowledged that the first half of my blog posts are generally filled with utter and complete tomfoolery, I found a lot of peace in the fact that I still write it my way in spite of what other people might think and that everything is still okay after it all.

There’s a concept talked about by a psychologist I like where he talks about the death of your father (symbolically) being necessary for you to become your own man. I kind of understood what he was talking about but I think I can pinpoint it more precisely now. The way I understand it today is that in order to become your own man, you have to let go of what your father wanted you to become. I think every parent has an idea of what they want their child to become. Some parents try and mold their kids into becoming something and others don’t. I’m eternally grateful that mine didn’t try to mold me.

If you listen to any conversation between parents, you’ll probably hear at least one of them say “I just wish he would…” or “It would be nice if she just…” There’s always a battle going on in the parents mind between what they want their kid to be and what their kid actually is. On the contrary, there’s always a battle in the son or daughter’s mind between doing something for themselves and doing something to please their parents. I think when we finally let that battle die is when we can finally rise and become the most honest version of our true selves. I think in that moment with my dad I felt that battle die, and something wonderful washed over me.

I find peace in knowing that I’ve become my own person. I get to talk to a lot of people driving for Uber and I constantly come across people who talk about living a certain way or maintaining a typical job because it would upset their parents if they didn’t. It’s one of the hardest things to overcome, because nobody wants to upset their parents. Any child just wants to make their mom and dad proud. And it sucks if you decide to do your own thing and maybe it’s not working out yet or it’s really difficult and your parents don’t know what to tell their friends and you start questioning yourself and ahhhh what do you do now? It’s tough but I think you just gotta do it because eventually you’ll come out the other side and I don’t know if it’s possible to find true peace if you never find your true self. So, cheers to finding ourselves and buttering up the biscuits of our souls!

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