Escapism. Kept a very important part of my identity to myself to keep everyone happy. Grew up a Daddy’s boy who always tried to do right and chase expectations that no one should ever have put on them. Janitor, at the time at least, allowed me to be… free? Idk I’m shit at wording right now but you get what I mean. As of today, I’m out. Proud too. Still cool with my family. My dad took time to come around but he’s over it. Said weird unhinged shit along the lines of “as long as I get some grandkids” lmaooo like whatever old man