Happy song by Paramore with a “boohoo” undertone.
SO. You are all grown. In the big bad world. With no one to save you. You sad?
Tough!
Deal with it.
We all have different backgrounds. Some of us were smothered with so much love and attention. And you grow up thinking this is what love and the world is. Over protective. Affectionate. And always together. Until you meet those independent children. Children deprived of all of this. Children who have their own idea of love and “family”. You sit around in groups and circles and find out that there are people who didn’t know affection until their very first physical and intimate encounters. Or that to them,community means people beaming up and being happy to see you only because you can do something for them. Or even, being okay with buying people’s time and affection. And they in turn become parents with the same values and love “style”. Imagine a world with adults who were neglected children? Who either become smothering parents or like their own parents. But this is not on parenting. At least not yet.
Where was I? Ah, different backgrounds. Yes. I suppose that’s what makes us all so interesting.
So what are you going to do when the world don’t orbit around you?
Coz… where you’re from, they know you. They know when you’re mad and hurt. Heck they care when you are!!! But out here, everyone is fighting their own war. This is about being on your own, regardless of what you know or have known. This is about being thrown in at the deep end and being told to SWIM! No, not stay along the edges. But to swim to the other end. To make it. To survive while living. And guess what? There is no lifeline being thrown at you. No one is coming to save you. And you shouldn’t really expect them to. I mean, they have their own shit going on. Right? I don’t know. I kinda thought that that’s what community is. Being there. For others. And having them be there for you too. That maybe if I shared all this love that I got, with people who don’t even know what it looks like, that I could save the world. Or at least A WORLD. But, they have to be ready to receive it and to be saved. 🙂
I’d like to talk about parenting one day. Maybe when i’m a parent? Or maybe when I feel like blaming my mother for the way I turned out. LOL!!! And if make it about her it will be about the bubble she kept me in… the bubble without any trouble!
Ain’t it fun?!
***dances away singing “don’t go crying to your mama coz you’re on your own in the real world”***
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