About Last Meme: Oger, The Caveman

I'm going to probably get a BUNCH of flack over this, but hey...I'm enough of a man to say

I was wrong...
I'm sorry...
Please forgive me...
[Insert gratuitous apology that comes to mind HERE]

Roger's a nice guy, and honestly I was probably having a manic episode when I said I'd react to his meme.

Memes are evil. Memes are vile. Memes are the work of Satan's forces. That's why I'm a coauthor of Meme Carnival on Blogger.

Oger; one of Roger's creations; did a meme awhile ago about lies his mother told him, and he linked into just me and another person. It was original and from his point of view. However, it's not possible for me to continue in that meme.

While my mother may have kept full truths from me; as many mothers do; to my knowledge she never provided me with false information. While investigating what she provided me of information regarding my biological father, it was entirely true.

His name. One job he held. That's it.

Due to her truthfullness, I was able to spend 11 years tracking him down. In those early years, the internet wasn't available. I resorted to relocating and settling in the area where she had met him, without resources whatsoever. It was my intent to immerse myself in the locale, to learn and explore what it was to be as he, and to eventually track the man down to look him in the eye.

No, he didn't name me Sue.

Ironically, I would work identical jobs as he had, in identical neighborhoods as he had walked. I would look at the streets, the neighborhoods, the smells of local factories, and I would come to know some sensations he had experienced.

I would know what he felt in these experiences.

In time; through many actions, processes, and plans; I would eventually in fact look this man in the eye, causing him to return to the place of his prior walks decades before...300 miles from where he resides now.

Creepy to some, but to track down and get what you want, sometimes creepy has to be done...but it gets deeper

Exactly a month to the day that I looked into the eyes of the man whose blood was mixed in my veins, the man that had spent the majority of his life died.

The woman who'd been married to both men who provided me the truth that would compel me to obsession without end? She'd passed on half a decade prior, but I can say that everything she told me of him was true.

That was seven years ago. I haven't spoken to him four. I realize now through experience that a man is who he is based on the following:

How he is raised.
If he is loved.
If he is taught to believe.
If he is taught to never give up.
If he is shown respect.

A man is not destined by his blood. A man is destined by choice, by experience, and by eventual wisdom over time if he respects his own history.

...and that is the end of this part of the tale. Roger's intent of linking me to his meme was thoughtful, friendly, and was taken warmly to heart...but he brought to mind one thing that's overtaken my visions and thoughts on the subject:

My mother was a really decent person.

Go read Roger's Meme, and please consider carrying out my part of his request on behalf of my honesty.