Growing-Up

Let's start by saying if you are a 70's 80's kid you did not have it easy and I am proud of you for making it. I will say that a lot of us did not get the mental training to have self-audit and monitor our emotions properly, myself included, takes a minute or two to navigate the particulars of your psyche that never got addressed or sorted through. Can be a bitch if you let it. It can also tear down the walls of friendships and families. I know first hand.

 I know this may come as a shock but...I've grown up. I don't give a ducks fart of a fuck about your sob story, your feelings, or whatever you are going through once you start flinging names and threatening. I know, for a fact, you are reaching for a specific outcome and none will be had. The amount of amazing fuckery I have gone through with family and friends these past few years gives me a license to do unto others but, I don't! People will satisfy their suffering for the deconstruction of another especially if, in similar circles, they are spotlight as a victim. (This explains Portland perfectly) When we look back at our actions in times stressed or troubled in our hearts. When we lashed out in pain towards simple resolution, we have failed. I'm not mad. No need to try and fix it. No need to do anything. You have shown the world who you are. We can only move forward from here.