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I was walking through Brooklyn on Halloween nite when I stumbled past these 3 authentic children, all dressed as relevant architectural landmarks. I had to do a google image search since I ‘recognized that the buildings were relevant’ but didn’t know their names. Turns out that they are the Guggenheim, the New Museum, and the Whitney.  All of the children seem happy, knowing that they are ‘way smarter’/generally ‘better’ than most regular kidz and their boring-ass costumes.  Sorta feel sad looking at the lil grim reaper bro in the background.

I am not sure if these costumes are authentic, or if they are kinda like when a ‘parent completes a school project for their kid.’  The kids seem ‘pumped’, but not sure if all kids love architecture.  Wonder if the parents are ‘projecting their own interests/profession’ on their kids…but it seems likely that these kids are just more culturally aware than I will ever be.

It seems like it took me 17-26 years to cultivate my cultural-connectedness to all things alt/kewl/relevant. It seems unfair that these kids have parents who can train them to be relevant at a young age.  I wonder how I coulda turned out with ‘proper guidance’ instead of just existing in suburbia, and eventually ‘raging against’ suburban consumer identities.  Feeling insecure, like these kids have more insightful opinions on the world than me, and I am just sorta pretending to be ‘me.’

I feel like I missed out on a lot in life.  My parents used to drive me to public school in their ‘gas guzzler’, but some kids have it totally different.   Some kids grow up using public transportation in a meaningful way. When I lived in suburbia, I always ‘made fun of the poors’ utilizing public transportation.

Wish my parents cared more about making me a bloggable internet photo, instead of ‘dressing me up in some lame costume that they purchased at Wal Mart’/utillizing their limited artistic skills to draw a skeleton on my face.  Feeling ashamed and then feeling guilty for feeling ashamed.

I feel like I possibly ‘fucking h8′/’resent the fuck out of’ my parents for not creating a meaningful-enough childhood for me (on a global scale). I understand that there are pure moments which I will hold near and dear to my heart…but I can’t help but feel incredibly sad right now, looking at these kids living a life that I deserved.  Seeing these parents giving their kids the life that I think my parents deserved to give me.  I wish I could some how make them understand.

Do u ever wish that ur parents were ‘more than they are’ for ur own sake? Do u wish they were famous/snark bloggers/local celebrities? Sometimes I feel relieved that my parents aren’t ‘too snarky’/'too cultured’ because it brings me back down to earth when I come home from college, but then I wonder how my life coulda been different if an adult-version of me raised me. 

Coulda…shoulda…woulda…
Guess that’s life.

I’m gonna do a lot of things different when I raise a kid.

Tell me abt ur childhood.
What did u get from it?
What do u want from life now?
Do alt parents yield mainstream kids?
Do relevant parents raise ’snooty’ kids?
Should u give ur kids a mainstream childhood so they can choose to seek alternative authenticity on their own?
How do u raise a child so that he or she can discover their interests on their own?
At what age can ppl truly ‘get’ architecture? (age 34?)