grapplechimp

So I went back to the town I grew up in for christmas eve and christmas to do the whole family thing. I'm pretty sure they've all figured out that I think the whole thing is bull-shit by now, but they still seem to like having me come back, so yeah. I was surprised I didn't get any shit about my ink, especially from my very catholic aunt... That was a nice change. They've probably given up on me...
The crazy part was hanging out with my high school friends at Toads (local bar, think cheers only not as witty and a little more depressing)... It came out after a large amount of alcohol that they see me as the successful one, as having lived more... It made me sad for them and a more than a little like "What the fuck, haven't you noticed how fucked up I am?" Guess people see the aspect that they want- they wish they were doing more and so thats the aspect of my life they focused on.... Either that or I'm just a really good story teller...