Just because you're a parent doesn't mean you're not still stricken with imposter syndrome and simply trying to stay “one step ahead” of your own kids in learning what it really means to be a parent, or even an adult for that matter. After all, just because you're in possession of a full-grown body doesn't mean there's a responsible adult mind and soul inside. There are some shreds of truth to Joe's thoughts. Joe Rogan describes in many of his podcasts in which he discusses parenting how, when someone says something to him that could be potentially upsetting, controversial, insulting, or just plain silly, now that he's a parent he really doesn't judge them quite as harshly nor allow his own feelings to get hurt because he's come to the realization that everyone is just a grown child inside an adult-sized meat suit, still picking one shallow fight after another with each other, buying bigger and bigger toys, eating, drinking, pooping, laughing, masturbating, crying, talking and seeking entertainment and self-pleasure to deliver the surges of dopamine we are all hard-wired to crave, often abusing or misusing others to satisfy that craving. Your husband, your wife, your mother, your father, your brother, and your sister-at a time really not too long ago-were pooping in their diapers, learning to awkwardly take their first step, throwing a tantrum, snatching away some other kid's precious toy, and checking under the bed and in the bedroom closet for scary monsters. Prolific modern-day inventors and business figures like Elon Musk, Richard Branson, and Bill Gates used to be teenagers tinkering in the garage with model airplanes, computer hard drives, and mail-order robot kits. The biggest Hollywood actors and actresses used to be tiny humans nervously huddled backstage at the school play, reciting their lines over and over again and hoping they didn't mess anything up. Your favorite fantasy fiction author used to be a freckle-faced adolescent who would hunch over his keyboard sipping on a soda and scratching her head about how to describe a dragon. The greatest violin virtuoso used to be four feet tall, standing in their bedroom with a tiny bow, trying to squeak out a teeth-gritting version of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for the first time.
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