04-28-2005, 05:04 PM
Batman got me through my childhood.
At the risk of exposing my self here... Meh.
When I was a little kid, growing up in the situation that I did, I focused on heros. Three Musketeers, knights, chivalry, honour, heroic men that did good things. But they were always missing something to me. I had my nose in some book far to often. It usually got me beaten with a strap or whatever was handy.
Batman was different. Yeah, he loved justice, honour, and doing the right thing, but he did it for all the wrong reasons. He was dark. His motives were selfish and demanding. His whole life, all of it, revovled around getting revenge. He was bitter. Angry. As a child, I saw an awful lot of my self in him, somehow, if that can be understood. And I wanted to be just like him. I was going to educate my self, and become some dark avenger. I wanted to be feared. Respected. I wanted power. As I grew older, that dream faded.
And now, much older, I realized how much like him I turned out. I educated my self. Rose up above my situation. I was driven by demons that few would ever understand. I dedicated my whole adult life to my cause, forsaking all else. Women, love, everything that's good in the human life. All I could think of was revenge. Instead of making a car and a bat suit, and going out and kicking ass, I went another direction. But with all the same reasons in tow. I spent my whole life in my own selfish pursuit of getting even. I believed that the ends justified the means, and still do. And I would still stoop to any level to do what I feel is the right thing.
It's funny, isn't it, how we can turn out just like our heroes with out once ever meaning to.
At the risk of exposing my self here... Meh.
When I was a little kid, growing up in the situation that I did, I focused on heros. Three Musketeers, knights, chivalry, honour, heroic men that did good things. But they were always missing something to me. I had my nose in some book far to often. It usually got me beaten with a strap or whatever was handy.
Batman was different. Yeah, he loved justice, honour, and doing the right thing, but he did it for all the wrong reasons. He was dark. His motives were selfish and demanding. His whole life, all of it, revovled around getting revenge. He was bitter. Angry. As a child, I saw an awful lot of my self in him, somehow, if that can be understood. And I wanted to be just like him. I was going to educate my self, and become some dark avenger. I wanted to be feared. Respected. I wanted power. As I grew older, that dream faded.
And now, much older, I realized how much like him I turned out. I educated my self. Rose up above my situation. I was driven by demons that few would ever understand. I dedicated my whole adult life to my cause, forsaking all else. Women, love, everything that's good in the human life. All I could think of was revenge. Instead of making a car and a bat suit, and going out and kicking ass, I went another direction. But with all the same reasons in tow. I spent my whole life in my own selfish pursuit of getting even. I believed that the ends justified the means, and still do. And I would still stoop to any level to do what I feel is the right thing.
It's funny, isn't it, how we can turn out just like our heroes with out once ever meaning to.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."