Hello internet friends! I’ve been stuck in the dregs of an ancient Ice Cavern for weeks. Luckily, I was able to hollow out a snow monster and ride to freedom just in time to post this comic weeks late. Joy!
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In honor of the fact that someone found my last rant worth scanning, I thought I’d share another.
The last time I saw my Dad was when I was three years old.
I received a card from him once. On my fourth birthday he sent me a greeting card with a big cartoon animal on it exclaiming “Happy Birthday”. At that time I was enthralled about receiving mail, and about the cartoon animal, and I never seemed to acknowledge that the funny comic animal was his standby. A bit part for an absent actor wandering offstage. But the silly animal held up fine considering the short term notice. (His name was Frank Farkas and if you ever meet him, be sure to kick his ass for me.)
That was it. My dad was gone, and I never saw or heard from him again.
And so without any remotely male influence in my life (being an only child in an extended family of only women) I did what any young man would do – I dressed in full army clothes and started reading books featuring General George S. Patton and WWII strategy. At six I asked to shave my head and wear only camouflage.
To suffice it to say, I was a strange little kid. Then I joined Boy Scouts. Then little baseball. Then …well you get the idea. I spent years doing this kind of crap, mostly with my wonderful mom’s support.
I was looking for what it was to be uniquely male. But after 20 years of searching I never found it. And I learned these groups don’t hold any answers. But we all go through this process of exploration at one time or another. Taste-testing different alternate lives, and that is magical and wonderful thing…
My point here is you need to define yourself before anyone else can. All of the answers to your questions are inside you if you look hard enough. There is no one right way to live, and no one right organization to tell you who you should become. Ask the heavy questions of yourself that make you uncomfortable, and eventually you’ll find some answers. When you come to peace with this, and what you find, you can do anything without asking for anyone’s permission.
(This may sounds obvious and simple to some of you, but trust me, I wish I’d read this at fifteen. Sometimes the simple thoughts are the hardest to accept.)
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