In my effort to share a small portion of my childhood with you, so far the reactions have been heartwarming.
- "[accusing me of future child abuse] Yep, and this just keep repeating itself with each new generation."
- "I used to wonder how someone could turn out like you did and i guess i have my answer"
- "A religious upbringing is a fantastic way to royally screw up a human being."
I'm not even going to mention what redditors are saying about me. I am now imagining that instead of writing about my childhood, I'm an old war veteran writing about my lost leg:
- "I bet your kids won't have legs either."
- "I used to wonder why you walked so funny and I guess now I have my answer."
- "Shooting off a guy's leg is fantastic way to screw up a human being."
Apparently, war-veterans, one of most ignored groups on the planet, rank just above faith-veterans in terms of respect. Damned if you keep it in and damned if you let it out. I suddenly realize why so many people have an aversion to sharing.