My Life Story – Chapter 3 – Part 1
“Summer time came and to see my mom I took flights /
And on that plane I explained a lady my whole life /
I expressed my pain without knowin what pains like /
I remember smilin…. as she would casually write /
She told me….. I should write a book about my life /
But everything I explained I thought was a normal kids life / “
This is so crazy and honestly this is 1 of the main reasons I even considered writing my entire life story.
When I was on a plane on my way to see my mom for the summer.
I sat next to this lady and we didn’t really talk until after the plane took off. I was like 10, so I only remember so much lol
I just remember her asking me about things and I was just a child so I said everything that came to mind. She kept asking me more and more questions and I’d just answer.
Like, she would ask me about my mom or my dad. I told her my dad died and I lived with my Aunt. She asked who I was flying going to see and I told her my mom. That intrigued her and she kept asking a bunch of questions.
What I remember more than anything is she was writing stuff down. And she said “Rob, you could write a book about your life.”
I know it sounds stupid, but maybe she said that THEN, so It would stick with me today and I would write it all to help inspire people, you know?
Towards the end of the flight after a long time of talking she actually told me she was a therapist. As if I didn’t already have enough of those right? haha. She gave me her card. And she even asked for my home address and stuff like that. But I didn’t give her my real address, because I honestly didn’t know it lol.
Who knows what she had plans to do. Or maybe I told her TOO much and she was like OMG this kid needs to be removed from his house hold. Idk! lol I wasn’t being abused or anything, but maybe I just explained too much info.
I remember taking all of my medications out of my bag and showing them to her. And she asked me why I was on depression medication because I seem like a happy kid and not depressed.
I said “My step dad says, I’m on it cuz my Aunt gets stressed.”
I think I can just let you read the lyrics that already explain the whole thing.
Below are the lyrics to an unreleased song I wrote in 2012 called ‘I Can’t Fake It’.
When I was ten, was on air plane to see my mother/
The one time a year when we see each other/
Sat by a resplendent lady put my baggage above her/
And for the first 10 minutes neither one of us muttered/
All the sudden we was talkin the whole flight/
Bout 3 hours of me explicating my whole life/
She told me I should write a book about my life/
But I was ten, so I didn’t really know why/
Turned out, she was a therapist, upon hearin this/
She said “You could never tell that from extrinsic appearances”/
I said… “I don’t know what that means” /
She said “I’m sorry it means pristine or cuz you look so clean”/
I said Oh, i hope that’s a good thing/
She said it is because I’m strong enough to hide my hatred for things/
Then she mentioned medication/
So I showed her the bottles of what all the doctors had me take-in/
She this is depression medication, you dont looked depressed?/
I said nah but my step dad says
I’m on it cause my aunt so stressed
Then she looked distressed as i confessed theres more to the mess
You see this ritalin, depicote…/
My uncle says he’s tired of doctors shovin pills down my throat/
To try to help me cope with this slippery slope/
From bein free to dont drop the soap/
Cuz I’ll see prison you know?