I think this. I also think I could eat onion rings till I got the heart-attack-with-purchase. Hi, Karl! Alan Grayson took my question online...bet he was wishing I could say it in cash...me too, brother, but I feel gutsier already.
Sweet lumpy minion, you're the only one that understands. Probably 'cause I haven't sucked the brain out of you yet.
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
erikaj - Jun 26, 2012 11:00:09 am PDT #11280 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Calli - Jun 26, 2012 11:07:10 am PDT #11281 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
My older sister (b. 1959) use to have screaming fights with our mother. Sometimes Dad would take me out for a drive so we didn't have to listen to them. Later on, Mom and my sister were practically BFFs. I can't picture either of my sister's kids telling her they hate her, but maybe they were just on good behavior when they were of the age to do so and I was visiting.
billytea - Jun 26, 2012 11:12:35 am PDT #11282 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I know I wrote a school paper in elementary school about how John Denver and Olivia Newton-John would be my preferred parents.
Listening, especially easy listening, is such an important part of being a parent.
I don't think I ever told my parents I hated them, being also too invested in the 'good kid' role. I'm pretty sure others of my siblings did. My older brother was still saying it in his thirties, when his drug addiction was at its worst. I too flinch when near an angry person, even if not related to me. Not something I got from my parents; they were rarely angry, and never scary when they were. Maybe I got it from my brother.
Scrappy - Jun 26, 2012 11:16:59 am PDT #11283 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Tom, although I knew I probably felt anger at my parents, I had a horrible time accessing it-plus I was a total ACOA and it was my job to understand them, rather than be angry, you know? I was saved by my dreams--I had a long series of dreams where (spoiler-fonted for violence) I killed, stabbed, and otherwise attacked them, culminating in one where I beheaded my mother and when her head STILL wouldn't stop talking, I shot it into space from a cannon.
Kinda hard to ignore.
sumi - Jun 26, 2012 11:19:24 am PDT #11284 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!
Amy - Jun 26, 2012 11:21:49 am PDT #11285 of 30001
Because books.
Scrappy, your subconscious was on the job!
javachik - Jun 26, 2012 11:27:54 am PDT #11286 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Amy, I had the same problem as you wrt "she's sick so I can't blame her" until I was in my late 20s and realized, "asshole ain't a disease". I haven't spoken with her since.
Ginger - Jun 26, 2012 11:29:06 am PDT #11287 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
What's a frosted orange?
It's like an orange milkshake, except I don't think there's ice cream in there.
msbelle - Jun 26, 2012 11:34:32 am PDT #11288 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
there's frosting?
can't decided if that idea grosses me out or needs to be consumed post haste.
Amy - Jun 26, 2012 11:36:16 am PDT #11289 of 30001
Because books.
I was in my late 20s and realized, "asshole ain't a disease". I haven't spoken with her since.
That's hard. My mom was chronically, physically ill, though.