Day Six: Childhood
Heeding Pride’s words to learn from the past, Me takes a trip back to his childhood. There he meets with Agony and Fear, remembering his troubled past. The eerie and somber music making it obvious that it’s an uncomfortable place for Me to visit. Together, they recall Me’s father: an antagonistic, abusive figure, who eventually abandoned their family. He physically and verbally abused Me, even in front of Me’s mother, who was helpless in doing anything to stop it. Even after all these years, Me has held on to these feelings, repressing them and burying them deep below.
Burying things – thoughts, emotions, memories – was something I became good at. I felt like just having those things there, trying to confront them, understand them, and deal with them, threatened the very walls that I tried so hard to raise. So I would seal them off and forget about them. By no means did I have to endure anything like Me’s childhood. I’d say my childhood was rather normal. Plain. Average. Whatever. Where Me and I are similar is our fathers at one point became absent (although in different ways) and the feelings of loneliness that followed. Just as Me has found out, I’ve learned that sometimes burying things will eventually come back to haunt you. And sometimes, you need to take a step back and dig up some graves to help you understand why you’ve become this way and how to move on properly.