Growing Pains
Being Different
I’ve always been different. When I was at school my friends wanted to be teachers, nurses and lawyers, I wanted to be a Gurner. I listened to music my peers hated. I wore clothes that were the opposite of fashionable. I asked a lot of questions about the world that no one could answer. Did God exist? Does anything really exist? Why do American’s call taxi’s “cabs” but when they’re hailing one in the street they shout “taxi!”?
I was always the odd one out, I was the weird kid with the funny ideas, the strange teen bullied for being a swot and a geek, but when I reached adulthood I was rebranded as quirky which meant it was easier to get away with being peculiar.
I was brought up in a 2.4 nuclear family that appeared perfect but was toxic for three innocent parties. There were rules and regulations that none of my friends could comprehend and a skewed impression of what a real father should look like.
My family and friends worried because I didn’t “fit in” with the rest of the world, they said conforming to the norm was the easiest way to live and I grew up feeling guilty that I couldn’t be what people wanted me to be…
…but not guilty enough to change…
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