I don't have a lot to measure up against, except my mother's capacity for "playing hurt". Which y'all know I suck at...stiff upper lip and all that is just not my style.
'Harm's Way'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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The guilt I used to get growing up (which has luckily stopped in recent years) is: "your father wanted so much for you". Dead parent guilt is impossible. My whole family loves to pull out the "you're so intellegent how could you, waste it, not have a degree, ect".
I had a philosophical statement to make about set paths and "should"s and the pitfalls of high expectations, but I couldn't figure out how to say it in a way that didn't sound like a thousand cliches that have been spewed before, and besides I'm a bit distracted because...
I want cheese.
Whereas some of us just, er, sit around a lot. Watching scifi shows and playing computer games. Oh, and drinking, when we can drag our lazy assess off the couch to track down alcohol.
If you were as smart as your parents you'd know to tuck a flask of vodka under the cushions. Duh.
Unfortunately, that would require planning in advance, which is a no-go for me.
I want cheese.
My Buffistas mental framework has just undergone a paradigm shift.
Unfortunately, that would require planning in advance, which is a no-go for me.
Do what I do, just keep a flask under every cushion.
I don't suppose it would help at all if I specified that I was only interested in very particular kinds of cheese, and not all chese.
The paradigm has already shifted, it is too late for the cheese to vote.
Do what I do, just keep a flask under every cushion.
You're misunderstanding the difficulty, which is the filling of the flask before I want it.