I’ve been standing in line so long
I’ve been wondering what went wrong
I’ve been weighing the shape of things to come
— Steve Taylor, “Waiting in Line”
All my life, I’ve been waiting for permission. I’ve raised my hand. I’ve waited until I was called on. I eagerly sought approval from whoever was in charge.
At home, I needed my father’s permission to do anything. My world was tightly controlled. I couldn’t even arrange my own drawers or closet as I pleased. He gave me rigid instructions for those things.
At school, I was quiet and didn’t cause problems. I did what I was told, for the most part. I never defied instructions. I learned whatever was placed in front of me, whether it interested me or not. I dutifully spit the information back out on tests. And I waited for the teacher’s approval as proof that I was a good boy.
I’ve recently realized that I’m still waiting for permission, long after I thought I had rebelled and broken free of that programming. I’ve been so proud of being a rebel and not doing things the conventional way. I thought I was free of all that.
But I realize now that I’m still sitting here waiting — for some unknown someone to give me permission to do what I need to do and be the person I’ve always wanted to be.

I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
Fear of Big Brother: What good are rights if you’re afraid to use them?
Here’s Valentine’s Day music for lonely folks with nobody to love
Effort to boot unethical congressman laudable, but will it really help?
My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?
God may be working on what we need long before we can see it
Romantic love is part obsession, part reality — and part madness