First!!!!

So yeah...

Kind of a stupid way to start off a blog that hopefully no one will read. (I won't go into the psychological ramifications of putting a supposed secret journal of private thought on the internet) But anyways, here it is. My first ever blog posts will consist mainly of me bitching and whining about people who bitch and whine. But since there's a lot of backstory, I'm gonna split them up for easier reading. (Once again, if I don't intend on anyone seeing these, who am I making these easier to read for?)

My grandfather, who I never had the pleasure of meeting, was a violent and cruel person. I have no doubt that he loved his family, and worked his ass off for most of his life to provide for them, but credit where credit is due. From the stories I've heard, he was an asshole of epic proportions. Alcoholism, child abuse, racism, sexism. This guy had it all. As far as I know, he didn't molest any his kids, (more on that later), so I guess he's got that going for him.

I kinda feel bad for slandering the (good?) name of someone who I've only heard anecdotal evidence about, but meh. My point is, he definitely kept his legacy alive in his kids. I won't go as far as to call any of my aunts or uncles assholes, but I can definitely see how they can be mistaken for one. It all stems from the different, yet similar ways they reacted to my grandfather's tyranny. I'll get into that next time.