memoirs of childhood. You’re either a boy or a girl. You have to eat your veggies and the rest of your food because someone somewhere is going hungry or you will not grow taller or stronger…or whatever it is that you were told to make you eat your food
You have to keep doing [or not] stuff or things is going to happen to you(like getting a spanking that will make it hard for you to sit for a whole week, or something more permanent.)
it was either one thing or another…
until you get older and the lines get blurred…
and you realize that the career you always thought you’d pursue, is not financially viable,
that boys/girls are not so bad, until one hurts you so bad you think you’re going crazy,
that hard work alone will not get you where/what you want. Recognizing that a mix of basic elements like skill, experience, education and talent…and others like sacrifice,patience and the right network, dent the theory of doing your best…,
that making mistakes and then apologizing for them doesn’t make everything ok , that there’s such a thing as consequence,
that a “best friend” can at one time be a pillar of support and the next minute be a cold, backstabbing stranger,
The appreciation of the fact that the independence so intensely sought may just reveal the codependency you want to boot,
In as much as the genders, do not change , that the roles do get mixed up and are sometimes interchanged,
That the person you always thought you’d be or were, you’re not.That people have always looked at you from a totally different perspective,
…and well that vegetables are actually good for you!
