I forget the lessons of a rehabilitated teenage delinquent are a little bit foreign to people. Most people just lead the quiet lives I was supposed to and don’t really have to face more trauma than ones inflicted by the grape-vine.
I swear I’m not trying to sound pretentious. It’s just all that stuff; my past low-life behavior is really as simple as I’m making it out to be. Everyone who is now a homeless crack head was once a little kid with a mom/dad and decided to pick up a crack rock knowing it was wrong. (Of course there are a few exceptions) Yes, I was sheltered, yes the people I was hanging with came from homes much more shattered and broken. But still, they knew how to be good in their circumstances and they knew how to be bad- they made their choices too. They just didn’t have to look as hard as I did to stumble upon all this glorified self destructive bullshit. It took work for me to find what lay right outside their door.
But I realized I say things so matter-of-factly, like the lessons I’ve learned and experiences I’ve had are like those of the commons. But they’re not. I’ve had a lot of practice talking about sex, drugs, and hidden motives in the most uncomfortable settings (I.E. in front of an audience with my parents). I express past Ideas, experiences, realizations and conclusions without their alleged drama and it weirds some people out. Because I say it easily, I often expect it to be easy to hear. But it’s not, not everyone is comfortable and/or has the vocabulary to dissect and confront realities that are still so foreign to them.
P.S. I’m going to finish my thingy on Leonardo De Vinci tomorrow and Friday I’m home sweet home. Yay!!!!!