Did I Make You Cry?

I am sorry.  Did something I say make you cry?  Why?  Why do you need to cry over something I said?  I didn’t hit you, stab you in the kidney, or fuck your mom.  Are you that big a sissy-ass?  Growing up, I was picked on, teased, and made fun of.  It toughened me up.  It made me learn that people’s opinions of me didn’t matter as long as I did what was right.  You cannot always do what is right and popular at the same time.  It doesn’t work that way.  Often times, what is popular is not right.  You cannot always follow the popular path and expect to be happy.  The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can be happy.  The only way to grow is through pain and hardship.  Don’t believe me?  I have been sued, divorced, and lost my job all in the span of a year.  Did I cry myself a river?  No!  Granted, I might have needed the help of a little Xanax and weed, but I grew as a person!  This has been lost on this younger generation.  They think those things are bad.  They want to grow without pain.  They want to make millions without doing any work.  We as parents want the very best for our children.  We want to shield them from pain and suffering, but that only stiffens their growth.  Kids need the unfiltered truth.  No person should offend you.  No statue should offend you.  If it does, then you are a pussy and need to reevaluate your life and your goals.