PICTURE IT: Canada, 1990. A young fanboy is making his way through a crowded mall, an armful of comic books in tow, when he spots a balding, middle-aged father of three wrestling with his brood while his wife shopped.
The image burned its way into his consciousness while one thought resonated loud and clear…
“THAT POOR BASTARD! I’LL NEVER BE THAT GUY!”
THE PRESENT DAY: Guess who has become “That Guy”?
We all change and most of us evolve to the point where we heed our familial instincts; there’s no point in fighting it. But when you’re young you only see one side of things. When you’re young, family means…
- No freedom.
- No joy.
- One woman – forever!
- No sex! Which makes the preceding rule even more terrible!
Of course, if you make the right choice none of these conditions need come to pass. Pick a decent, loving mate and you’re suddenly unaware of any reservations you might have had; love separates you from selfish desires and allows you to enjoy the feeling that arises from living for something bigger than yourself. But you don’t know that when you’re young.
You don’t know anything, really.