I remember realizing one day, what I was resisting, rejecting, rebelling against my parents, my mom in particular was taking on her fears, accepting her premises, conforming to her perceptions about the state of life, perceptions on how to live, but it was mostly her fears being projected onto me that I was resisting, somehow instinctually I knew if I’d accept it I’d be imprisoned by the mindset, attitudes, stress and anxiety. That’s what I was rejecting, the fear and conforming to that outlook, the imprisonment.