Messed Up Childhoods

 

I get so tired of hearing about messed up childhoods I could just puke. All these people with messed up lives blaming it on their messed up childhood. Nobody has a good childhood! The best you get is being one of the non-aborted. Your parents are so busy working two jobs to feed your hungry ass to powder puff said ass and other kids laugh at you I school. Get over it. 

Life is a struggle. From your first breath till your last you struggle for each one. Even when you sleep you worry about the morning. Your wife seemed to be a good deal until you had to get that second job. Wait until “Second Job” grows up and blamed his bad childhood on you!

Try as they might all the psychologists and sawbones still can’t figure out what makes us human. All the influences and ingredients that make us act the way we do. Even Jesus had problems with staff. 

Throughout millennia men have wandered in deserts and sat on high mountains looking for “The Answer.” What was the question? When you think about it we come in only one model with interchangeable parts. All but the brain! Proof positive that there’s nothing there! All your high thoughts and devastating emotions don’t have the effect of a beer fart. 

One day, if you are lucky, you will be on your death bed. If you’re real lucky you’ll be home, and if you have any money in the bank there will be family there anxiously waiting on you to draw your last breath. All you can really hope for is to have the cognizance of Doc Holliday, who upon noticing that he was laying there in his socks said, “Now that’s funny!” Then it’ll be a one and a two and that’s all for you!