Born and raised in Kentucky, I have a southern draw that I have spent years trying to shake, to no avail. I was deemed hard-headed when my kindergarten teacher was unable to convert me from using my left hand to using my right. I remain left handed to this day, but am right brained as a gesture of good will. I was in church every Sunday that I wasn’t sick enough (as determined by my mother) not to go. I count this for keeping me out of too much trouble, while also maintaining peak levels of guilt. Now I pay good money to a therapist, who tells me I’m only lower-case crazy, which is nice of him to say. I’m married to my person who I can’t live without. He’s smarter and stronger than me so he’s handy to keep around. Together, we have a pretty 18 year old daughter and a handsome 17 year old son. We live in suburbia with our dog who pees when the doorbell rings.
I’m a horrible person. I can easily fall into being self-absorbed and stressing over every calorie and counting every minute of exercise then whining over how fat I look in knit tops. When I was about 8 years old I stole $3 from my friend’s piggy bank while I was visiting her house. In addition to being a vain thief I’ve also lied, cheated, drank too much, been ungrateful, manipulated, been judgmental and held grudges. I’ve followed the crowd. When they jumped off bridges so did I.
Some of these lovely character flaws are long ago in my past, some of them I’m still working on. In general, being a rotten person is not a hard job for me; comes pretty natural. I’d like to think I’ve gained some wisdom from all this. Seems like there may be an easier way that one can gain clarity in life, but for me it’s only after those bad decisions and by learning the hard way. No grit, no pearl kind of thing I suppose. I’ll tell you what I know.