cleanup on aisle three

first off, please allow me to apologize profusely for being a slacker on here. my personal life has been surprisingly busy lately (read: i've been chasing around 20 kids every day for the past two weeks for two dollars an hour). i've also been having a bit of writer's block. but now i have a topic, and you'll probably all hate me for it because i'm a cold-hearted bitch. but i need to get this out.

here's something i may never understand. trauma. people getting so upset about something that it literally scars them for life. people who can't move on. people freaking out if you try to joke about something because something bad happened 20 years ago that they just can't get over. i never understood that. i mean, really? you can't get over it? i don't get it.

the most prominent type of trauma seems to be sexual trauma, since sex is everyone's favorite. say when you were younger, you were forced to do things you didn't want to do, or didn't understand, etc. so... twenty, thirty years later, and you still can't have sex without freaking out or getting drunk first? you're so uptight that you let that bother you for the rest of your life? why? that part of your life is over, wayyyy wayyyy over. it happened, you can't change it. you move on.

for example. my mother. my mother has issues surrounding sex. i don't know the exact situation. but if i ever try to talk to her about sex, she freaks out. she's my mother, i should be able to talk to her about these types of things. she should feel comfortable educating me. (in all honesty, she's the one who needs to be educated, but that's for another time.) but she assumes that because she has issues, i must have them too. well, i fucking don't. sorry to inform you.

now, let's move on to physical issues. injuries and the like. so you fell out of a tree and broke your leg. does that mean you're never going to climb a tree again? it shouldn't. i got hit by a car three years ago. it doesn't mean i'm afraid to cross the street.

i hate to sound like a heartless asshole here, but this is just something i absolutely don't understand. i really can't perceive the idea of not being able to move on. i mean, really. shit happens. you can't change the past. put it behind you and trudge forward. don't let your past experiences hold you back from new ones. just because something was bad once doesn't mean it will be again. you just gotta keep moving. water under the bridge.

i hope you guys don't hate me for this. have a good evening.