As a person I can’t really tell you who I am. I was raised with an older brother and a younger sister who both turned out to be extroverts. I, on the other hand, tucked myself into my own little world and avoided confrontation and responsibilities at all cost. I avoided people as much as I could for as long as I can remember. I pushed myself to exude the confidence that I wished that I’d had. Eventually, in my early teens I found alcohol… It was my savior. It allowed me to be who I wanted to be… Fearless, confident, and more importantly, funny.
High school was a trip… wild and insane times that I’ll never forget and many more that I’ll never be able to remember along with a few should-have-been-dead moments. Girls came easy once I reached high school… I can’t complain in that department and it continued right into my mid twenties with some help from Captain Morgan. As good as things seemed, when the hangovers wore off, I was back to the person I hated. The person who avoided eye contact… The person who would go without because he didn’t want to interact with anyone…. That’s who I was and no amount of alcohol could take it away completely… The good times were only temporary and I knew it. Women came and went and I had a few serious relationships along the way. Hell, I even got married once before because my I thought I was in love. Turns out I was just on a few year drinking binge…good times I tell ya.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my parents in all of this. Dad was the hardest working man I knew… It seemed like he was always working, even when he was home. Mom was there for us always and kept us from dad’s short temper as much as she could. We got our share of old school parenting for sure but so did most around here.
If you haven’t yet noticed, I haven’t yet told you who it is that I am… Well, that’s simply because I don’t know. Who I was at one point in my life is a completely different person than I was a year later or earlier. Which one of those people that was or am I couldn’t tell you anymore. I feel I could become any of those people at a moment’s notice and I wouldn’t skip a beat but the Prozac and the Wellbutrin and everything else seems to keep things right under the surface and under control for now.
Anyways, that’s a little background about my life and hopefully I painted a bit of a picture that’ll help you understand who I am… If ya figured out who that is, please let me know.
Scatterbrained Dad 