Bogus 'holiday', if it can even be called that.
I love my parents.
Don't need a holiday to celebrate that.
My pops, like few others probably here, was not the greatest role model.
I'm not going to get into the why's. He just wasn't.
Spent the day with my dad and his dad. Three generations of our DNA makeup in the same proximity for one day.
I saw where my dad got a lot of his antics and behaviors...his dad.
So...where did I get mine from.
My dad. (And mom and loads of other places, but mostly parents IMO)
Fuck now my life is fucked...I'm gonna be the same way my Dad is.
Apple's don't fall too fall from the tree's...usually.
But, they can be pushed...by certain forces.
Then they have momentum and begin rolling away from the tree.
Later, the apple is far far away from the tree, on it's own.
There, the apple seeds and becomes its OWN tree.
This is all coming to what I've thought about before, in high school, but saw it solidify that day.
I didn't go on this quest to "find myself", not at all.
Instead, I went on this path to see what was stopping me from CREATING/BEING (interchange those two words whenever) the person I want to be.
I'm a bi-product of my parent's pros, cons, and neutrals.
BUT, doesn't mean I have to keep being what they created.
This is all IMO and is what stands true for me.
It was damn liberating knowing I can be whatever the fuck I want to be and the only person stopping me is ME.
Afraid to Shine