the breadwinner

reeeaaallydistracted:

My English teacher is having us analyze The Wall, by Pink Floyd. And the more we go into it, it seems to be just this kid who blames his dad for everything that happens to him. What I don’t understand is why that’s such a problem.. So, yeah. You grow up with your mom, who is a afraid of…

Thankful? How can you be thankful when your dad is gone? Sure, when your dad is alive but not in your life, you feel like he doesn’t love you or doesn’t care about you enough. But when he’s dead, you feel that you got ripped the fuck off. You have a dad that loves you, that wanted to watch you grow up, send you off to college, walk you down the aisle and hand you off to a great man; but can’t. You know that you could have had him all this time, but the process of life just ripped him the hell away from you and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. To say that either case is worse, and that the other person’s is invalid, is inconceivably inconsiderate. Not everyone can be strong, and some people feel inclined to blame others when they realize that they’re simply too weak to carry the burden on their own. How can you blame him for becoming vulnerable? Someone who loses their parent is always, always, vulnerable when they think of them. That pain never goes away. Musicians are like a different breed of human, and until you’ve lived with one, and seen first hand what made them the way they are, you really can’t put yourself in their shoes and pretend like you know what you’re talking about. Just the same, you can’t assume you know what it’s like to have your dad pass away. You can’t just tell someone how they should have reacted to something if you have no clue what it’s like.