I've considered doing a BLOG for a while now since my wrestling blog has gone by the wayside, school takes up too much of my time to keep up with wrestling. I've considered doing a PopCultureAsylum BLOG, I've considered doing a Genealogy BLOG, in the end I've decided to just do a whatever comes to mind BLOG, because let's face it, my mind wonders. I've written my life story and the few who have read it say it's really good. I've been told that I write in a style that is both emotional and detached. I think I write in a style that's just me; oddly humorous and an analytical conundrum.
At the end of my life story I was 25, I had hit the bottom and it was a hard climb back out. I'm forty now and even though I can no longer see the bottom, there are days when I feel that it is still in easy reach. Thankfully those days are few and far between, but I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit that they were there. My first anniversary is coming up in March, but I've been with my wife for almost five years. I can say with all honesty that she has made me a better man and she has made me something I never thought I would be, a father. I may not have provided the sperm, but those three kids are mine and I would die to protect them. May your gods protect you if you hurt them. It doesn't take much to be a "father", but it does to be a dad. I think that's one of the biggest problem facing us today, we have forgot how to parent our children. In the words of Tyler Durden, we are the middle children of history, we have no great war, we have no great depression. In striving not to be our parents, to not make the mistakes we assume that they have made, we may have doomed our future. We swore not to do to our kids what our parents did to us, by doing so we have created a generation of self entitled gamers who live on Mountain Dew, Doritos, and pizza. The spend most of their lives living in front of the TV waiting for the world to be handed to them on a platter. Even in life they have a Pavlovian response to any accomplishment they achieve. They turn in a paper in class and in their mind they are wondering what phat lootz they earn for doing so. They have become trained dogs awaiting their doggie treat for learning how to shake hands. They have become a rude gaggle of children unable to socialize without comparing every conversation to the boss they killed on level 13.6. When in groups they don't recognize social norms and niceties. Alone it seems that they do, but in reality it just the fact that they spend so much time alone, they don't no how to socialize and they move through life social pariahs. In the end it's the parents fault we are so happy to now be the adult with control of the remote that we gladly leave the kids with controller in hand instead of spending time with them, or forcing them outside to socialize with actual living people instead of just voices on the other end of the headphones.
We live in a selfish, entitled world and it's no one's fault but our own.
