Well for starters, my dad went to high school with Blonde's dad and probably beat him up all the time.
As far as your post goes, it was a very important point in my young adult life when I realized one thing: As much as I wanted to hate my parents for being the way they are and as angry as I was at them for everything / anything that they ever did, they were still just people. And that most of the time people don't know what the fuck they are doing, none of us. This is hard for most people to accept.
I am walking down the road of life and I come across a situation I don't know how to deal with, what do I do? I make shit up. Lots of the time its wrong. My parents didn't always know what they were doing, they still don't always know what they are doing. My grandparents didn't always know what they were doing. I doubt in the history of mankind there was more than a dozen people that really knew exactly what they were doing the whole time. I give my parents a pass because they are just people, and people are inherently flawed, and that's life.
The truest thing I have ever realized in life: The only thing I know is that I don't know shit.
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