A Wasted Youth

As a youth he spent too much time thinking and too little not giving a fuck. More time should have been dedicated to putting his cock in stuff, rather than worrying about how said decision reflected on him as a person.

The urge to criticise small things went back to the playground. There was no desire there to preserve culture, to uphold obscure etymological ideals, to better his fellow man. This was childish pointing and laughing at the less fortunate, less experienced, less educated. Of course this was tempered by his repressed adult eyes. Grammar, taste in music, news channel of choice were all fair game. Dead parents and tumours were off limits. Because someone was gay, straight, physically unsuited to contact sports, these all changed depending on context and company. He laughed at the beautiful and the vain, but only behind their backs.

Psychology buffs will be pleased to note this propensity to snideness was one of the more unpleasant traits shared with his father.