When I was a teenager, pre-Jersey Shore, I had a serious thing for men from New Jersey. Very a la Bruce Springsteen in his younger days. (his Glory Days, if you will.) What I’ve come to realize since I have matured is that:
A) I actually have no desire to be with a man from New Jersey
and
B) I was totally just going after men like my father. What is the opossite of Oedipal?
I am thankful that I grew out of that attraction, because I am horrified to have been attracted to men that reminded me of my father. My relationship with my father is one direction strained. He tries his best but a lot of my mental neuroses stem from his treatment of me throughout life.
I know there is some semblance of a joke in there about father issues but my humor has been blunted lately. I want to be creative and write jokes and humorous material but I can’t seem to do it. It’s a terrible existance.
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