I was a really shitty kid. I'm white and grew up in a trailer but went to a ghetto, predominantly black school. Was really aggressive and loud, spoke my mind and refused to back down from anything. I wasn't a Wigger though, just white trash.
Then when I was 13, Dad got a really good job that nearly tripled our income, and I found myself in suburbia, going to a small town school with 22 (yes, really) black people in my entire class. I tried hanging out with the weebs, but their "leader," was a passive aggressive autist and after the second time I beat his ass they wouldn't have anything to do with me. I tried hanging out with the "gamers," but when one of them got mad and threw a controller at me while we were playing Soul Caliber, I hit him with a chair and I was ostracized again.
I started a fight club at one point and got my eyebrow split open so bad that the skin flap touched the top of my cheek bone. The guy who hit me took me to Wendy's. He had broken his hand on my face so I figured we were even. Me and this goth kid who bought weed from me made a pipebomb in his garage once, we blew a chunk off the side of a dilapidated house in the woods just as a County Police cruiser was driving by, and spent the next 4 hours dodging cops innawoods. I got jumped once and bit one of the guys hands so hard my tooth chipped and I felt bone, they fucked off after that.
Now I go from home to daycare to work back to home. Me and my wife take turns cooking dinner and doing dishes. Then we sit on the couch and watch TV, I usually play on the computer while she plays on the iPad. At 8 we put our daughter to bed (Mommy has to help her brush her teeth and put pajamas on, Daddy has to tuck her in and sing her a song, in that order with no deviation) We watch an episode or 2 of whatever "adult" show we're on (just finished Shameless on Netflix) and at 10 we get in the bed and read like old people until we go to sleep.
I look back at my highschool days and wonder what my problem was, and marvel that I'm still alive. I was so angry over nothing, so careless with my body and mind. I had a hard time, and it was no one's fault but my own. I wish I could have been the way some of you say you were. I wish I could go back and just be a kid. I don't look back and cringe, I look back and regret, deeply and profoundly.
Sorry, I know I've gone off the rails a bit here. Wife and kid are out of town and I took a few days off so I'm a little drunk and a lot tired. Sometimes you don't know you need to get something off your chest until someone brings it up I guess.