Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Raising my son

I finally got to take a trip to the museum that I couldn't get to at the end of Then and Now 18. This time, I went to the city with plenty of time, and with my son. While we were there, we ate hamburgers, checked out some underground shopping malls to play in an arcade, took a walk under the easy sunlight through the wide streets, saw some moss-covered buildings in the middle of the city, visited a cultural center for the natives of this country, and topped it off with that museum so I could finally check it off of my list of things to see. It felt kind of like one of my old Then and Nows, except this time, I had my boy with me. We saw some technological and architectural pieces from several famous inventors and creators, and a couple of art pieces that weren't silly postmodern nonsense like flecks of paint on a mostly white canvas; there was actual depth, in both form and meaning, to them.

When I think of why I found it so fun to be abroad when I was single, I've wondered why it was that I was able to be so happy then. I had first truly awoken to my own personal ability and worth in Then and Now 1 and Then and Now 2, but I wondered: if I had become a stronger man while still in America with similar experiences, would I still have had such a great time? What I mean is, was awakening abroad the reason that I was so happy, or could I have done it anywhere? And was the only reason that I was happier abroad because I was used to not having a stable home, all because my mother shuttled me from city to city, school to school when I was younger on her husband hunt?

I'm not sure if travel was fun because of my shifting childhood, or because of the change of venue from the irony, facetiousness and degeneracy of social life in America. I do know one thing, though: being on my own in a new land provided me the push I needed to get myself into gear, as well as a fun reason to get out there and experience the world to see such newness. Because of this, I am trying my best to give my son all of the information I didn't have that he will need to make the best life choices for himself when he grows up. For sure, I am going to have a very deep and serious talk with him about women, especially western women, because there is a good chance he'll be going back to the USA to get his college degree. I'll go over:

- VAWA and other man-hating laws (which weren't as bad when I left)
- False rape accusations (which I never dealt with because I was a pedestalizing loser who treated my exchange student girlfriend like a princess, only to be treated with disdain in return)
- Socialist brainwashing (which I fell for hook, line and sinker and didn't deprogram until I was 21)
- The friend zone and s*** testing (the former which I was constantly in, and the latter which I failed every time a woman slung them at me)
- Contraception trickery (which I trusted both of my girlfriends with, and look where that got me)
- Marriage (just say no)

But even more than that, just teaching him the negatives of relationships today won't be enough. I need to teach my son that there's a better life out there, to keep seeing the world and never to be trapped by supposedly free and endless sex with one special woman. As such, I'm going to try my very best to make Sunday into a trip day where I can show him as many things of this country, and by proxy this world, and what they have to offer versus the stagnation of marriage.

If he decides to get married or have a child anyway, I'll protest, but respect his decision. But the least I can do is show him that here is a better life out there.

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