I have been reading your posts for a while and had been very impressed with your insights and way of analyzing the current political issues as it related to you. I thought you were way more mature for your years. And then this post. I read this as from a petulant child. Not wanting to grow up like your father (a very common theme), and describing that he "relies on his prowess of critique, which is sometimes cruel and overestimated". Sorry you have achieved what you said you did not want in your cruel and overestimated attitude of him. Saying your mother is emotional unavailable and yet you go into her bedroom and "collapse" on her bed — like a 4 year old wanting her to reach out and kiss your boo and make it all better.
Thank you for reading and for taking the time to share your reaction. I understand that this piece struck a different tone than my past ones — that was intentional. I'm trying to write honestly, which necessarily means engaging with messy and contradictory experience, as life often is. I don’t think honesty makes a writer immature. I think it makes the writing real. Of course, if you want to write out a long-form prescription for how to live a life rooted in maturity, I'd love to read it.
I can agree with what you wrote here until the last sentence where you revert to snarkiness. To write honestly you do so from your heart, get out of your head, write about what you feel, not what others do or did. I get you are lost. That has been a constant theme in your writing.
I have been reading your posts for a while and had been very impressed with your insights and way of analyzing the current political issues as it related to you. I thought you were way more mature for your years. And then this post. I read this as from a petulant child. Not wanting to grow up like your father (a very common theme), and describing that he "relies on his prowess of critique, which is sometimes cruel and overestimated". Sorry you have achieved what you said you did not want in your cruel and overestimated attitude of him. Saying your mother is emotional unavailable and yet you go into her bedroom and "collapse" on her bed — like a 4 year old wanting her to reach out and kiss your boo and make it all better.
Thank you for reading and for taking the time to share your reaction. I understand that this piece struck a different tone than my past ones — that was intentional. I'm trying to write honestly, which necessarily means engaging with messy and contradictory experience, as life often is. I don’t think honesty makes a writer immature. I think it makes the writing real. Of course, if you want to write out a long-form prescription for how to live a life rooted in maturity, I'd love to read it.
I can agree with what you wrote here until the last sentence where you revert to snarkiness. To write honestly you do so from your heart, get out of your head, write about what you feel, not what others do or did. I get you are lost. That has been a constant theme in your writing.