My parents have never really understood the person I am, from the moment I was born, to now. They have tried, maybe not as hard as they should have, and have failed as quickly as they entered into the conversation to succeed, I don't blame them for this, I'm a hard person to understand. I come from a generation separated from them in all but the fact that we share the current present.
I have changed who I am on numerous occasions and forgotten the many versions of myself that have contributed to who I am now. Perhaps now is the time I most understand who I am but then again tomorrow, I may wholeheartedly disagree with it before I wrote it down.
Just because something is written down toes not mean it's true, perhaps my parents knew me all along, perhaps I have been self-indulgent, self-pitying, so much so that I ignored the great success my parents have made in crafting this person into exactly who they wanted him to be, perhaps not. How I will ever really know as proof in either way is beyond me, except to say my Dad asked me whether I wouldn't like to study teaching or accounting when I was two years into a film production degree...
I have changed who I am on numerous occasions and forgotten the many versions of myself that have contributed to who I am now. Perhaps now is the time I most understand who I am but then again tomorrow, I may wholeheartedly disagree with it before I wrote it down.
Just because something is written down toes not mean it's true, perhaps my parents knew me all along, perhaps I have been self-indulgent, self-pitying, so much so that I ignored the great success my parents have made in crafting this person into exactly who they wanted him to be, perhaps not. How I will ever really know as proof in either way is beyond me, except to say my Dad asked me whether I wouldn't like to study teaching or accounting when I was two years into a film production degree...
