My Dad Died.

in #death7 years ago (edited)

CHAPTER 6
My father told me the truth when I was 20 years old. "Everything you touch turns to shit." I hated my fathers comment for decades. Thinking to myself, "why would someone be so calous?" With the blanted disregard for etiquettisy and compassion completely saturated from the moment all I can remember is submission. Maybe this is the contempt I have for authority. The primal force of thought that overrides my understanding of conformity.
When I was eight years old I heard the adults laughing about Santa Claus. Their sanctimonious contempts directed at the innocencent and utter disregard for the ineptitudes of the younger minded brought me to this place of perspective.
I continue to question and to dought everything adults have to say from that point foward. Why do people lie to their children about santa claus when the 9th commandant says "thou shall not lie"?
My father never lied to me. Whenever I needed answers I knew he would be honest. In hind sight I realize his words were the truth. Hard to swallow yet painfully accurate. "Everything I do fails, everything I touch turns to shit". I miss you pops!

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Because .. I dunno. I don't I tell kids the truth and you know what? they love me for it. Screw society's lies, screw SATAN clause and the pagan holiday of christmas.