So today I was thinking about my vast majority of problems and how screwed up I am, and I thought to myself for a second, "I hate myself." But then I realized I don't. To be honest, I hate the people who made me this way. I believe we are a product of our circumstances, and though many will say that they instead are what their decisions made them I disagree. In fact, our circumstances are what determine our decisions. To explain, let me go back to birth. When we are born we are all very similar, minus a few variables we are all the same mold. As we grow up our circumstances shape us into who we become. For instance, if Jimmy was raised by a single pot smoking mother his entire life, when he gets older it is more likely that he would smoke pot than someone who was raised by parents who never did and encouraged them not to. So evidently, we are a result of our circumstances. So I don't hate myself nor will I apologize for the monster that is me, because nobody has ever apologized for making me this way.
