Assumptions and Self-Induced Solitude

While I was in law school I grew an affinity for reading romance novels. I suppose this was because they were polar opposite to the law books I was assigned to read at the time…and plus I could read the novel in 4-6 hours and get back to my school work pretty quickly.  Anyway, last night I read a book by Wayne Jordan (To Love a Knight) and one of the characters (who in the story had grown up in foster care) said the following:

“I’m accustomed to being on my own.  Remember, I grew up in foster care and the word is always survive.  It was never good to attach yourself to anyone, since you never knew when they’d be gone, too.”

Emancipation

According to the dictionary on my MacBook Pro (you know the one on the dash board), emancipation is equated with “liberation, freedom, release, deliverance,” and “discharge.”  Despite, these seemingly joyous descriptors, I have to say that emancipation for the class of persons I hope to reach is no walk in the park.  Let me put it this way…I’m 27 years old and I have yet to fully emancipate.