My father’s father was full-blooded Irish and my father’s father was the ONLY place my father and my brothers and sisters got our Irish.
However, I was the ONLY one to inherit a leprechaun.
My brothers and sisters rejected their leprechauns for “SELF”-pity in NOT growing-up with an at-home father, especially my oldest brother. My oldest brother envied what his best dago friend took for granted, that was, his dago friend’s at-home father, that which my brother yearned for MORE than ever!
WITHOUT an at-home father or my oldest brother accepting his leprechaun, my brother had to live with a facade.
The Vietnam biker gangs were prevalent at the time so my brother accepted one as his own.
My brother NOT having an at-home father that he yearned for MORE than ever was my brother’s excuse for everything, especially NOT bearing his own responsibilities.
I accepted the responsibilities of the family while my two older brothers were okay with that!
In retrospect, however, my acceptance of the “father-figure” role was NOT for them, but rather, to save my “SELF!”
If I would have assumed a facade rather than accepting my leprechaun, I would have been led down a path of destruction?
I stepped-up to save my “SELF!”
“SELF”-pity is a facade that’s lacking in responsibilities and the easy WAY out of everything.
What seems easy today, however, turns into old age.
If one reaches old age in “SELF”-pity, they then hold all of the responsibilities, which they NEVER learned to carry?