'Conviction (1)'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ah, close to the end of two. Okay, I know what it is instead. Yes, I like to track these things as friends are reading.
Before (spoilers under tag), I didn't like Theon because he was annoying and whiny and just irritating. Now, I want him dead. Which is something I don't usually feel toward anyone, fictional or non, but this was wrong and bad and wrong.
Just keep reading.
Just keep reading.
I'm debating whether to keep on reading now, or go to bed and read more tomorrow. I'm on summer break now, so I don't actually have to stick to any sort of schedule, but I'm meeting a friend for lunch tomorrow, which means I have to be awake and alert enough to drive tomorrow morning.
The best my mother ever came up with was a tearful "Don't you love me?" to which I replied, "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."
My mother often accuses me of not loving her, to which I can truthfully say that isn't true. If she accused me of not liking her, however, that would be a different animal.
Thinking back, my mother never guilted me about anything. My grandmother, on the other hand, was a guilt MACHINE. I think my mom reacted against her mother by never pressuring her daughters to do ANYTHING.
Somebody's got to break the cycle. I suspect that I would be doing the same if I had a daughter. On the other hand, any daughter of mine would probably be a complete wild child because I'd be so determined not to be my mother that I wouldn't be the hardass you all know and love.
any daughter of mine would probably be a complete wild child because I'd be so determined not to be my mother that I wouldn't be the hardass you all know and love.
Heh. Nobody knows how to be a hardass parent when they start, Vortex. You develop it as a matter of survival.
P-C, I think you should give your mother a copy of "Pierre" by Maurice Sendak.
For what it's worth, it was the last time Mother tried the guilt trip on me. I think what I felt for her by that time was respect and some affection. I was always both baffled by and envious of the people in my dorm whose families showed up and hugged them and seemed honestly sad to say good-bye.
My mom's guilt trips were frequent, but really quite minor. They were more like guilt errands--pick up your room! when are you coming up for the weekend? don't forget to call!