About a Son
“It was a mixture of like, hating people so much because they didn’t live up to my expectations and just being so fed with being around the same kind of idiot all the time, I mean everyone was just a carbon copy of one another, that it was obvious in my face and how I reacted towards people that I couldn’t stand them, you know I had a personal vendetta against them because they were so macho and manly and stupid. I started to be aware of this that people were noticing that I had this hatred towards a lot people and, and it was pretty much the general consensus with everyone that knew me that I couldn’t stand them or that I was edgy all the time and so I just started feeling really neurotic, like paranoid in a way because they knew I was going to freak out at any time” – Kurt Cobain, About a Son
It’s a bittersweet feeling knowing how I can relate to this. It’s a feeling that I’ve felt all my life, as a child, a teen, and now as an adult, comfort comes in isolation. I often thought it was because I couldn’t relate to or enjoy activities that people around me often enjoy. When surrounded by people, a feeling of being alone and abnormal overwhelms me . The older I get the more tolerance I build and acceptance towards life in general. I’ve come to realize that it might be something else that withdraws me, maybe deep inside I simply don’t want to disapoint everyone.
