Inferiority Complex As a Kid, Adolescent and Emerging Adult

Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive for eternity few and far between instances found me acting, exhibiting, illustrating brazenly bold behavior, said rare spontaneity the exception versus the rule, hence following poem crafted an endearment to those who begat me, resorted to discipline, but NO spanking ever since mama did cherish her little boy scores of years before she passed away at her death hands went limp and cold as a shy lad his maternal and paternal parents their virtues he extolled contrary, now healthy sexagenarian born of sturdy genetic mettle rumor claims I suckled magic potion, cuz courtesy to preventative medicine mother followed advice of one Carlton Fredericks, renown radio commentator and writer on health and nutrition ne'er did mine lovely bones buckle, even when skinny body crushingly embraced into loving maternal fold, without doubt mama adored motherhood and brood of three offspring harmonized, memorialized, pampered... the hardworking de facto breadwinner late twenty something handsome groom fêted born April 9th, nineteen twenty nine, Brooklyn fortune teller travails foretold, when the late Harriet Harris, not so gold din as totally bewitched, she gamely evinced controlling authoritarian versus crooning, marveling, and warbling regarding once "little monkey" - me, which pet name no longer applied shucked off brought to abrupt halt as yours truly grew up, and decried childhood's end I experienced objection to thwart growing up, and latched unto anorexia nervosa countless moons ago, when I biologically, emotionally, intellectually, and sexually transitioned into socially withdrawn young man, once indomitable omnipotent mother/son bond ex post facto lost hold, where once applicable theme exemplifying Harris household Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay dramatically, markedly plummeting formerly measurable appreciable tolerance, similarly short tempered patriarch ( ~6'2” ~ 200 lbs at prime) over any five members, especially toward singular male offspring timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold worst case scenario would hypothetically witness Matthew Scott Harris spending longevity old and feeble minded at 324 Level Road outliving parents, pets (comprising inordinate number of dust bunnies) and siblings, both caring and concerned girls (an older and younger sister), the latter whose globetrotting exploits I envied, nevertheless yours truly speculatively imagined himself to have outlived anyone polled even Methuselah, where mein kampf blissful, fanciful, nouveau poet nearly long forgotten boyhood charade, facade inlaid masquerade analogously crumbled like broken scaffold attaining centenarian years old - faintly maintaining umbilical stronghold considerably surpassing mommy dearest, born November 13th, nineteen thirty five, yet moments before her passing she barely audibly apologized for occasions she did reprimand and scold retaliated against grim reaper, he whisked her diseased riddled body away after completing approximately seventy plus orbits, all told. I experienced interminable relentlessly psyche burning acrid tormenting, teasing, and talking funny bullying vulnerability compounded amid courtesy of split uvula set me apart alien as a Druid livingsocial during latter half of twentieth and first two plus decades of twenty first century rather a speech pathologist informed legal biological guardians regarding Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic minor congenital defect when attending sixth grade at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary i.e., submucous cleft palate, aforesaid whereby every day akin getting scorched by some "NON FAKE" ironclad grid me, this twangy nasal kid my undersized and socially withdrawn demeanor contributing to existence tumultuous and turbid. Extreme shyness demeanor did heavily exhibit as if burdened with a yoke linkedin with anatomical diminutiveness punctuated with aforementioned pinched nose adenoidal sound, quite obvious when I infrequently spoke conveniently availed himself as cannon fodder i.e. scapegoat to bullies as a socially withdrawn pre/ post pubescent slowpoke.