I have never felt good about my physical self. I am better now than when I was a kid, so there’s that. I’ll take it and be grateful.
Anyway, my relationship with my dad had been bad for years, but by the 8th grade, it began hitting it’s toxic stride. He was cruel in many ways. One of them was to belittle the way I looked. He didn’t like the way I looked.
This post isn’t about parental narcissism, however, I do have to briefly reference parental narcissism.
A person with narcissistic personality disorder can never be wrong. They know everything there is to know about everything.
Being raised by a narcissist is the opposite of a walk in the park or a piece of cake or whatever other phrases we use to describe “easy”. The fallout ranges from devastating to annoying to weird.
It might be possible that I have the teeniest of issues with road rage.
This is me, squirming while admitting I have a thoroughly unattractive habit.
Anyway, it’s not like I’m aggressive or threatening. I just get super annoyed with other drivers. Sometimes, I am annoyed before I even leave my driveway. I fully admit that the problem lies with me.