Does this seem sad to you?

I read a book recently about some dude's wacked out childhood, and the book (while shocking and disturbing many others) did not at all strike me as odd or disgusting in any way. I even found myself thinking "that's happened to me" several times. My dad died and my mom is literally crazy, so I call her by her first name and flipping her off is my equivalent to "goodbye". I do drugs and live in a messy, gross house. The lawn gnomes that SHOULD be outside are in a bathtub, in a bathroom that is locked on the inside and we haven't bothered to open it in four years. Our dog died in the living room and we didn't even notice until we realized he hasn't bothered us in a week. Reading this book suddenly made me realize something was off about my way of living, what do you think? Ask anything, I'll answer.