The first several years of my life were used to upload incredible amounts of fear, and I just became afraid of everything. I was afraid of my parents, afraid of my classmates, afraid of the streets of Washington, D.C. I would flinch at every gesture.
As the middle class is predated upon with an ever greater malicious intensity, their children stand to lose more and harder than their parents ever did.
Kids need parents who love and support them unconditionally, full stop.
Don't go to summer camp. Bury your parents in the backyard and have the place to yourself.
I know that collector types can be a pain in the neck and seem perpetually frozen in time - or at least in their parents' basement - but someone has to look out for the past, lest it slip away forever.
I have heard people say that they felt closer to their parents after they have died. Maybe if I treat people as if they were dead, I could get along with them better
If you really want to rebel against your parents: outearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.
I simply cannot understand how any parent could kill themselves,
I was never told to "Get up, get out there, get a job." It was never a thing either parent ever said I had to do. It was what I wanted to do. I think I was very interested in being away from them as much as possible. Employment was great for that.