I have many questions about your comment... What does that mean? In what way? How did you escape? How did your mother react to that? Any particular ideas that crossed your mind as you were waiting the tables? Something you can share? In what way? As for last paragraph... I feel like I have a decent response to that, but I've been feeling antagonistic over the last couple of days - not towards you but in general - and I feel like I'd rather wait a while to respond to that. I'll reply again once I have a well-enough-formed response.My father is a pretty self contained guy
He's not as adept at social stuff as I am. I might take after him in a way.
My mother was out of bounds harsh and controlling from about age twelve to the point escaped her clutches at nineteen.
I was pretty socially inept until I waited on a few thousand tables in my twenties. I learned that most people don't really care who you are aside from how you make them feel or what kind of energy you push at them.
Punk rock probably helped me live for me and care less about the world and it's expectations.