So.
A good friend of mine sent me an e-mail 
the other day that got me thinking about my childhood, 
and how I �got over it.�
That�s kind of a laugh.  Friends who have known 
me a bit longer would claim that I �got over 
it� by becoming an obsessive compulsive recluse 
with disassociative personality disorders that 
prevented me from being hurt by anyone and an 
overwhelming need to exercise absolute control over 
every situation and person I come in contact with.
I digress.
Actually, I did �get over it.�  It was pretty easy.  
The bitch said it best right here.
To summarize: if you still obsess over psychological 
misfortunes that occurred over a year ago, you 
are a fool of the worst and least 
interesting sort.
People were mean to me when I was a kid.  Am I 
resentful?  Yes.  Angered at the unfairness 
of it?  Yes.  Damaged?  No.
More to the point, did I deserve better?  Yes.  
Did I have the right to expect better?  No.
We don�t live in a perfect world.  So grow up, 
and enjoy yourself.
Or, in the immortal words of everyone�s father:  
�I�ll give you something to cry about.�