My early years were toxic. I will admit I wasn’t a good person. There are those who would disagree, but as I’ve grown older, I can see how they contributed to it by their mere existence. In the last 20 years I’ve realized I am intolerant of their behaviors and have thus removed them from my life.
I was an adventurer and a wanderer. I wasted time and effort and too much money on a need for university degrees. I think I used one effectively for 3 years. The other ones I had made me a snob and a lousy parent. I lost my children essentially for this reason.
I spent time overseas giving aid and comfort during times of war. I wrote about it. I took stock of what I was doing with my life, and that’s when everything changed. The people in my life in America then didn’t, as far as I was concerned, understand much. I often hesitated to tell others I was American. I had become a global entity without judgment and with a completely different perspective. They couldn’t follow suit, though they made incredible claims bordering on blatant lies and ignorance that they did.
Since the year 2000, I have developed a different and much richer base of long distance friends all over the world. They are more open minded, enjoy similar things, and, quite frankly, cannot be niched. It’s one thing to enjoy a particular focus. It’s another to be so obsessed that you consequently become unbearable. My friends now aren’t at all unbearable.
Even though things have happened since the day I was born in the midwest, I don’t feel my life legitimately got off the ground until the 21st Century. This is when I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and started all over again. I feel like I wasted 50 years getting to that point.