The overwhelming, striving need to be perfect, feel accepted and loved hit many kids like me growing up in the 80's. For certain personality types, this was not the case, but for someone who only wanted to please, this was a big issue. I was never pushed to make good grades, but from the 7th grade through my senior year in high school, I pushed myself for those straight A’s.
I find it interesting that this next generation (I’m a Gen. Xer) is kicking against everything they’ve been told about the world. They are standing up and saying, "Hey, I’m sorry, but I can’t be perfect." Simple Plan has a song called Perfect. Look up the lyrics if you’re interested. I think the anger the Gen. Xer’s had toward their upbringing (society’s expectations may be a better way of putting that) has produced an angry next generation. Think on that for a while.....
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Ramblings Of A Searcher.....Pt. 1
I've been reading some autobiography's lately. The first was A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard, the second was Confessions Of A Prairie Bitch by Alison Arngrim. I am now on a third, Prairie Tale by Melissa Gilbert.
This last one is proving harder to read than the first two. I think mainly because I relate and can see myself in the writings of Melissa G. Not that I grew up in a priveleged home (ie, wealth). I did not. My family was an ordinary middle class family doing the best they could with what they had. Please understand that I really do get that. My mom and dad really love(ed) me and my brother. What was so difficult was the "Don't ask, don't tell" (maybe that's not a good way to put that) policy I felt I grew up under. Don't talk about what bothers you and it will magically go away. Don't tell me anything bad, lets just focus on the good.
I had a dream after I read the first couple of chapters and had to put the book down. I realize that not only did I grow up under the "everthing must be perfect" way of thinking, but that my church life/family/pastor was much the same way.
tbc
This last one is proving harder to read than the first two. I think mainly because I relate and can see myself in the writings of Melissa G. Not that I grew up in a priveleged home (ie, wealth). I did not. My family was an ordinary middle class family doing the best they could with what they had. Please understand that I really do get that. My mom and dad really love(ed) me and my brother. What was so difficult was the "Don't ask, don't tell" (maybe that's not a good way to put that) policy I felt I grew up under. Don't talk about what bothers you and it will magically go away. Don't tell me anything bad, lets just focus on the good.
I had a dream after I read the first couple of chapters and had to put the book down. I realize that not only did I grow up under the "everthing must be perfect" way of thinking, but that my church life/family/pastor was much the same way.
tbc
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