I was told to post more to boost my facebook penetration. (hehehehe) The more I look in the mirror the more I see my Dad. Not just physically, because Im a fine piece of love chub, but in my mannerisms. I talk to my dog in a weird voice and have a million names for him. I used to rock a solid 50/50 split on honest intellectual statements and bullshit, that ratio is tipping towards the bovine side. I leave life on the table and declare myself a homebody. I pick safe where I should risk and risk where I should be safe. I romanticize everything and yet have little conviction. I dream big and act small. I force myself to love the best in people yet Im the first to point out their faults, especially when I share them. Its frustrating when I see everything my Dad could have done and think were the same and well lead the same lives. For all I love my Dad and his mannerisms, I want to be my own man and its frustrating when in the back of my mind Im screaming, Dont do that, youll never get off the ground. Im not my Dad though. I have different goals, another vision and people awesome enough to guide me to the end. Im not totally my own, and thats okay because Im not sure Id be half as charming or half as able if it werent for the old man. However much he raised me, it wasnt to follow his path, it was to give me a boost onto higher grounds. TL;DR Im turning into my Dad but not really because were only kind of the same.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 20:17:19 +0000
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