What books should i read if i wanted to explore my angst-filled childhood? I'm talking about feelings like not being good enough, feeling 'behind' in regards to girlfriends and such, feeling an overwhelming burden of responsibility from your parents and so forth.
Any other anons know what I'm talking about? I'm referring to the prepubescent age if you are in doubt.
> pic is my grandfather and my uncle
1. William Inge: My Son is a Splendid Driver
2. J.D. Salinger: Catcher in the Rye
3. Osamu Dazai: No Longer Human
4. Elliot Rodger: My Twisted World
5. Tobias Wolff: This Boy's Life
6. Stephen Chbosky: Perks of Being a Wallflower
7. Jeffrey Eugenides: The Virgin Suicides
8. Thomas Wolfe: Look Homeward, Angel
9. Bukowski: Ham On Rye (or the one about his childhood at least)
I'm 19, live in scandinavia. I'm great, going to highschool and have a gf, whom I've been with for nearly two years now. Doing fine in school, so I can't say my life is all too interesting in a literary perspective. Only thing I have going for me on that note is all my moral, existential and self aware reflections.
Go see a good psychanalyst, or at least face your parents, learn your way to move on or else it will only grow on you unconsciously and fuck you up in ways you literally cannot imagine. No book can give you what you want, because it's not in the realm of knowledge, of something someone can say to you, but about you being able to hear and deal with what you hear from yourself. You can relate to characters in books and things like that, but that's not going to solve your problem, it can even help you build up even stronger fantasies on what to do that could sabotage your way to do it. There is nothing for you to take anymore, you're not missing anything. It's about what you say, about what you do and about what you desire. I've been where you are 5 years ago and only analysis could help me unravel the ancient knots of that kind and help me move on with my life.
Not OP but I know this feel. I'm still fucked up though, and always "decide" to act too late on shit that I should have acted on sooner rather than allow myself to be cucked by my tendencies and perspective.
I'm 30 and have quite an old dad. The older he gets the more I feel responsible for him and yet I still carry all the old feelings of inadeaquacy in other areas. He's never really pushed me or anything, but whenever he relays information I didn't know or does something that I cant, I hate myself.