Two and a half years on, after a quarter of a century abuse, and I'm still "don't know what to do with my life". My Dad too raised the bar so high. It really screwed me up! I just do what makes me happy now. Some days are good- some are bad. But when I was drugged out, they all were the same.
Music is a great thing! Some days I need to crank the old punk tunes too. May I suggest:
In G*d we Trust- DK's... maybe The Hammer Party- Big Black... or some Rudimentary Peni. That usually does the trick for me. And turn it UP!
I'm not too worried anymore about what I'm going to be when I grow up. I'll probably be dead by the time I work it out. If I think too much about the past or the future, I come to a standstill. Besides, there is "No Future", as Mr Rotten once said!
[insert PuNk smiley here]