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Everything bad in my life I learned from my parents. My father's ambition drove me into my profession and my mother's creativity has rubbed off to some extent, which was good. Most of the good things in my life I have either learned from others, from a strict education or developed through my curiosity honed by needing to be anywhere else but home.
I'm not trashing my parents per se. I doubt that they knew any better at the time. They were like fire and gasoline. I think the hard times probably taught me a lot and made me stronger. I have gone to great lengths to erase their negative influence on me, but am still a work in progress.
I think the best evidence of the disconnect between my parents and me is the total lack of knowledge that either of them have about who I am. Neither of them has a clue about my nature, thoughts, dreams or obsessions. Its not that any of my "essence" is hidden, they just don't care to know. C'est La Vie.
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Never practice moderation to excess.
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