Through no fault of their own, My Future Children will we become sufficiently self aware to realize that they are just a little strange. With both nature and nurture out to get them, it's inevitable. That's the hope anyway. It may be difficult to tell the difference between this and the typical no-one-ever-understands-me bullshit. But one day, the time will come. Maybe they will make their discovery in the early years, when they are painfully aware of the importance of fitting in. Maybe they will come to me, asking for advice, but they will leave vaguely disappointed. If they are young, they will ask for mercy and they will receive none. My inner Good Parent will weep, beg to be allowed to protect My Future Children, but to my inner Good Parent, I will say only "Move bitch, get out of the way."
I have a small wish that My Future Children will be bullied. I hope that they will learn how to deal with adversaries. Hopefully, they will know better than to stand behind their teacher. No one likes a snitch. It's a good trick, being able to be different when everyone around you knows that different is wrong. What do you do? You can try to fit in. Maybe it will even work. You can retaliate; return their cruelty tenfold. You can try to ignore it. Sometimes that can work too. You can hide behind someone bigger and tougher than your opponents, but they can't watch your back forever.
One day, My Future Children will blame me for everything that went wrong with their childhoods and they will find this blog and their suspicions will be confirmed.
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