It is a tale told by an idiot

I’ve never cared much for meaningless ad hominem adjectives.  My story is more one told by a sadist.

I often wonder how much of my life was actually within my control.  Sure, I make choices every day… but is there anything I could have done differently to not end up here, or is this the best I could have done?  I don’t have any specific regrets and I’ve always tried to make the best decisions I could have.

I don’t get to go back and live another life without going through the trauma I did and see how I would have turned out.  Or what I would have been like if my parents loved me.  You can say on aggregate going through these things makes you more likely to have social issues, but you can never say it for certain in any specific case it is a cause.  Maybe I’d have turned out exactly the same.