I'm not going to pretend I ever believed in a perfect world. I have always been aware of the presence of flaws in humanity and bs in society. I'm not going to tell you that my teenage years have changed my entire understanding of the world and stolen my innocence. That just isn't true. My teenage years have shown me just how fragile a family can be. They've taught me that adults are just big children. I've realized that lies are just about everywhere you look. I've learned that sometimes its a fight just to be happy. In short I've learned as the great thinker John Green once put it "The truth resists simplicity."
Last school year I was attending a small Catholic high school and I lived in a five person house with both my parents and my siblings. On Christmas Eve of 2013 the eleventh Doctor made his last stand on the planet Trenzalore and Peter Capaldi took his place. The next day my mom took my siblings and I to visit my grandparents. This was so my father could move out. A few weeks back the divorce was finalized.
If this was a simple story it would be all pain and suffering or I would make one of my parents out to be some kind of monster. That isn't the case. I'm glad that my mom is happier now. I'm sorry that all this had to happen. I'm looking forward to the future but I'm sick and tired of all the work it takes to get there. Now that my mom is in charge of things I get to go to a public school where I can be very open about my atheism and not listen to doctrine which demonizes those with same sex attractions. I'm on the debate team and in theatre. Things are going so well.
You might think a bisexual atheistic liberal would never miss his small Catholic school but you know what I miss my friends and I miss how things used to be. Still I don't want to go back. This blog is supposed to be about what people don't often tell you relating to the experience of growing up. For me the teenage years are like a painful metamorphosis. I'm on my path to being a darkly twisted butterfly and while the experience may not always be pleasant we can never go back. I don't want to. This is Matthew J. Gleason reporting to you from the wastelands.
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