reblogged from: Horrible Mess of a Girl
ever since I was 17 I’ve always seemed to have older mentor types showing me the ropes and giving me advice in all I was doing. I’ve been taken under more wings than most folks have. But over the years I unfortunately had to realize only about half of them really cared about me. The other half were egocentric and boastful individuals, who clung to a protege to make them feel better about themselves. The type of people that had a lot of experiences but really no success to show for it. And only by thinking their sage wisdom could help a younger version of themself, would they succeed. Ok I’ll admit it, one of them wanted to hook up with me. And that might have left me bitter. But to influence vulnerable minds like that bothers me. I really wish I could go back to half of those mentors and ask “did you really care about me? and if you didn’t why go to such much trouble making me believe you did?”
The most disturbing part of this though is that lately I found myself guilty of that behavior. I became what I always hated…and I just wanna be someone’s Mr. Miyagi.
Now I’m wondering if Mr. Miyagi actually cared about Daniel… of if he was just using his new guru status to help lift himself out of his messy, depressing, lonely life. And get some chores done.
Mr. Miyagi, did you actually care about Daniel? Did you care about any of us?
This is rocking me right now.
