Realisation
I never thought I was a selfish guy. I cared for people, and animals, and was willing to share if needs be. I had friends, a girlfriend (or ex, depending what day of the week it was), a family that cared about me, a warm house, encouraging and loving parents. Sounds perfect, right? I thought so too. But you forget to take into consideration that I live in South Park, Colorado. South Park, home of some of the sleaziest, mentally unstable and downright weird people you will possibly ever meet. This little town has seen more than its fair share of deaths, violence and sexual misconduct. But I thought I could separate myself from these acts, be a part of the town, and yet still seem to be on the outside looking in.
Oh, how wrong I was.
This was one of the hardest lessons I think I've ever had to learn: no matter how much you distance yourself from the crowd, we all get sucked in eventually. It might not be you directly; it could be your neighbour, your sister, your mom, or your friends. Everyone is affected somehow, no exceptions, no matter how much you want to deny it. And admitting this was the hardest thing for me to do. I thought I was normal, but now I know there's no such thing as normal here. You're weird, or you're dead, those are your only options.
And that just sucks ass.