Sunday, September 18, 2016

Trying to Be Something You're Not

Late Boomers and probably their children appreciate life for its utmost beauty.  How can someone who was not a kid at their times know that?  I can understand it, I know, at least in some ways.  I just feel it's something for someone else and feel tricked into giving up on living the right kind of life, like this; what they do is also "the right thing."  If there's a contest for everyone else, I feel I must be being held back in some way for some reason.  I feel numbed out of living life trusting anyone of my own race or the white race, the way I thought I would.  I guess it's just a problem.

My dad knows no boundaries and neither does his former nuclear family.  Life for me sometimes or often is just his secret painfilled ranting or that of his kin somehow affecting me.  He really did proclaim in secret message affirmatively that I'm here to show him the way, meaning he wants to know how to change who he is this way and throwing me out as evidence or so I don't give evidence of his "using" his own kids.  Sure, I already made clear I feel for people who are born earlier and wish they were born later.  I don't believe in that it's so bad they have to hurt someone innocent like me. I'm not at the best of the best nor the worst of the worst.  So, he blended me with someone else to assimilate their features to him without giving to someone who is also competition racially so he can be the only one.  I'm not trying to sound like a jerk, just telling it like it is.

Late Boomers can see life slipping away, but we still make it.

What of all these annoying kids trying to dupe the environment?

All I know is I am nice and open and accepting to others, but I don't ruin my life for others.  Ruining your life for others generally won't get you anywhere.  It is thought it can get others somewhere but not you still.

So, I'm still at it, trying to be something I'm not.  We're something called human.  We come into the world to in the end waste away, like the living things we know.  We can be happy and glorious when we die with hopes of better things afterlife.  Otherwise, we can just give up and waste away that way.