I always wonder if I’d be the same person I am today if my parents hadn’t exposed me to sex from a young age by openly fucking and doing BDSM around the house, if I hadn’t had unsupervised internet access, and if I didn’t have friends with just as dysfunctional families feeding off each other’s bad habits. I feel like I grew up too fast and didn’t really mature at the same time, if that makes sense.
I suppose so, there was a moment, senior year high school. I was planning to go to college, really for no other reason than it was the expected plan. Family wasn’t rich or anything, I didn’t know how I was gonna pay for it but it was the plan. Go to college, graduate, get good job, make lots of money.
A friend who took all the same classes as me, got pretty much the same grades had the exact opposite plan. He was just gonna work at the local pizza place, never even considered college, as far as I can tell he wasn’t any richer or poorer, it was just never part of his plan. Find work … live the rest of his life I guess.
Always wondered if we were raised in the others family what wouldve happened.