Becoming Men
- Thread starter QCzar
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I don't think in terms of becoming a man; I'm the same now as I always was, only moreso. All of the important things that define me-- helping people, writing, drawing-- were all instinctive reflexes from the very beginning, and have just grown. I'm sort of like a sketch with ever-increasing detail.
I'm not what my family raised me to be; they're Irish Catholics on my mother's side and generic drunkards on my father's. The relatives who were around me the most were basically the church-and-football crowd. I was the quiet intellectual, spending all my time with the Arts & Sciences; there was never anybody like me in the family before, and there really hasn't been since. My niece and nephew do have great potential, though, and I encourage them as much as I can.
I'm not what my family raised me to be; they're Irish Catholics on my mother's side and generic drunkards on my father's. The relatives who were around me the most were basically the church-and-football crowd. I was the quiet intellectual, spending all my time with the Arts & Sciences; there was never anybody like me in the family before, and there really hasn't been since. My niece and nephew do have great potential, though, and I encourage them as much as I can.
Thinking about things a little more (Damn it, you people made me think!
) I can't quite figure out that side of things for me...I was raised in the Church of Scotland, my mother ran the local churches, both parents were elders, my father publshed religious poems etc. It was, and this is no reflection on the church, a very small minded Christian town. Very much the church and football crowd. It changed after I left, it's now filled with violence and drugs - which in my opinion is part of the bad parenting I strive to fight against.
Yet somehow I've never been attatched to the church, I'm the only person I know from there that has non-white, non-Christian, non-straight friends (my grandmother almost had a stroke when she realised I was seeing an Asian girl). Sometimes it's if I've been raised or conditioned to be a part of that community, but the work I do, interests I have and the lifestyle I lead.. it's a life they reject and pretend I don't have when I go home.
It's strange that I'm so different than what I'm supposed to be, or was raised to be.
