Pfft. Dude, if I could play you a ghastly montage of my own fucked-up twenties, including how vastly less extreme my own circumstances were, how close I was to thirty before I managed anything like the awareness and beginnings of control that you're already within shouting distance of, and how many metric fuckloads of therapy money it took to get me there, you might be willing to permit at least a stray grain of awe here and there.
Well, but...I didn't do anything.
I think my problem is I grew up thinking my circumstances were generally normal and shared by most people, and therefore I should just deal, because That's the Way Things Are.
Yeah, I spent a lot of time - my 20s, my 30s, much of my 40s - letting my mother yank my chain. Then one day I had a little epiphany and it stopped bothering me as much. But I'm a slow learner.
And drat! when I originally posted (about Ruthven) I'd thought it was the Polidori story ... then I thought "No! it's 'Varney the Vampire'" which was wrong, wrong, wrong. However you pronounce it - do your cats come when you call? - enjoy life with new kitties.
Let's make oblique VM references in response, so that one day in their memoirs they'll describe us as "inscrutable."
Force equals mass times acceleration.
(Note: the "give her tension that could kill her" part was a mere extrapolation and not anything she explicitly said.)
I'm sure it was her subtext, but for your own sanity, ignore her subtext when you can. Passive aggression is only effective when the victim buys into it. If she wants to be aggressive, make her be actively aggressive. When she's playing passive-aggressive, you play obtuse.
Force equals mass times acceleration.
It's not me. It's Wu.
I'm sure it was her subtext, but for your own sanity, ignore her subtext when you can.
But then I can't make Nora laugh inappropriately.
How many more braless years do I have left?
Pocket protector, and I'm still full of pimp juice.
I mean really, who names a daughter Trampy McBitch?
