POP - Prisoners of the Past

Last night, I had a very unusual and deep conversation with a friend. I not one to engage in very personal conversations. I am a happy-go-lucky-person and very laid back at that. But after three bottles of beer and two glasses of vodka, I was kinda tipsy enough to "spill the beans."

I really dunno but I just talked about how I don't feel so loved at all - especially by my dad and my family. I also talked about how this has affected my relationship with authority figures. You see, I go to a shrink and she told me that I will always have difficulties with people in authority because I never had a good example of authority.

And true enough, I always get into trouble with people in authority. I guess they just bring out the rebellious streak in me. Or should I say that I just bring out the punitive streak in them?

I then narrated to him a litany of complaints - how I am always judged to be the source of a problem, how I am too much of an underachiever, how it is difficult to deal with me because of hurt feelings, and so on. My friend ended our conversation with thus: "You are a prisoner of your past."

Yes, I know I am a prisoner of my past. And I do not wish to be damned in this place. I desire to get out, to escape. But no matter what I do I cannot seem to squeeze myself through the bars. I really dunno how much longer I will be entrapped in this place. But heaven forbid the day when I just might get too comfortable trapped within the cage of my past!