Punch Me Up To The Gods: A Memoir

by Brian Broome

There is nothing sadder than an insecure man foisting his insecurities off on everyone else because he is unable to process them, to be an adult about them, and ultimately to deal with them.

I know that I never want to go back to the endless, desperate ache of begging someone to love me. I have been there. I know it like the sound of my own breathing. I know how deceptive a crumb of it can be when I feel starved for it. I want to learn to love myself, as they say. I’m not entirely sure what that even means, but I hear other people say it and it sounds good.

It is only through your own lived experience that you will learn that living on the outside of “normal” provides the perfect view for spotting insecure and flimsy principles camouflaging themselves as leadership or righteousness.