Best friends and ex-girlfriends have stated that I'm just like my mother. This isn't a real shock because she raised me and it's understandable our personalities, idiosyncrasies, etc. would be similar if not complimentary. I have no issue with this. She is a wonderful, strong individual and I can honestly say she is the only human being on earth I trust 100%. If I become half the person she is, I've done alright.
My father is another story. Occasionally glimpses of him will appear in the mirror. Especially when I have my beard and short hair. It bothers some and elates others to see their parents in themselves because we are either trying to leave our parent's shadow or longing to be in it. To me it's more troublesome than anything. That image doesn't represent something I want to become. Can't really put my finger on it, but something about the Hurst in me just wants to deny everything. It's why I have the name written by a pen tattooed on my forearm. That's all it is to me: a name. Granted, if I fail to procreate a male offspring, the name dies with me so there is the unspoken responsibility there. A dichotomy permanently etched in skin.
Maybe it's because I don't think my father ever wanted a child. He got a vasectomy not long after I was born. One is enough! Quit while you're ahead! I can relate because with every passing day, I don't know if I want children. I've considered a vasectomy now in my youth because it is easily reversed and prevents accidents. Maybe I'm more like my father than I thought...
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