They give me the creeps

Yesterday I had dinner at the Water Club with Dawn.

Nearby, a big "happy family" was celebrating a grandfather's birthday. To me, of course, they all looked like deviants. I don't know what is it about "proper" families that make me immediately think of awful secrets and pent-up hate. No wonder I was never into having one of my own. For some reason I don't have the same reaction to lower class families, but as soon as I see "fine people", "people like us", men in beige slacks or, even worse, blue jackets, women with foulards and little girls in dresses, I get immediately suspicious. I wonder what's behind that painstakingly built facade. I get the same feeling in white picket fence suburbia, the breeding ground of serial killers. I don't buy into the charade. For similar reasons I also intensely distrust people who don't drink. I don't have a problem with alcoholics who stay dry, obviously, but I don't trust teetotalers. I wonder what they are hiding that they cannot let go. Recently priests and nuns creep me out too. Just watch "Deliver us from evil" and feel the revulsion factor grow. My lack of respect for men of the cloth has gradually transformed into absolute despise.
Last time I was in Rome, a couple of years ago, a priest visited the house of the friends with whom we were staying. I tried to ignore the calls from the kids, beckoning me to come say hi to the guy. I stayed put in my room, hoping they would tire. They did not. These kids are being raised Catholics and I was a guest of their parents, so I actually had to get out of the room, go meet the guy, shake his hands and maintain some kind of pointless chitchat, all the while thinking I was associating with scum.

And speaking of authority figures, I don't get people who look back at childhood as a happy time in their life. I hated every minute of it. I hated being a teenager too, although I did have lots of fun behind the back of the authority figures in my life. As a child and as a teen I felt controlled by adults, adults I did not particularly like nor admired, in a state of complete dependency. Life, in my book, starts when you get rid of those petty tyrants, the day when it's not their house, their rules any more, but your house, your rules. Your life, finally! And boy, so far it just rocks.