Tara ,'Get It Done'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Tom, I wouldn't have been able to show up at that party unless someone I knew was actually going with me.
JZ, oh dear. Clothes shopping at that age with parents is so fraught. I remember my mother giving up at some point and just sending me to the mall with my friends and the money.
To be clear, she got one of the two items she decided on, all on her own, without my intervention (not enough cash to cover both).
I suggested we put one item of which she already had a few at home back and keep the one of which she had almost none, she acceded, all seemed well, and then the second we were out the door she angrily informed me that the ONLY thing that item goes with is the other item, the one we put back, and she can't wear it with anything else she owns and without the other item there was NO REASON to get it at all.
(Spoiler alert: The completely useless, pointless item that cannot possibly be made to go with any other item of clothing is a black shirt.)
The whole way home she stalked at least a half block ahead of me, seething at every corner until I caught up with her and we could cross the street together, and then bolted as soon as we were across so that she could put a half block between us again. She's been in her room ever since. David attempted to remonstrate with her and she exploded and now he's out staggering with shellshock and I'm huddled in here with the guinea pigs.
{{{JZ and Hec}}}
Silently apologizes once again to my mother for all the teenage angst she endured. 4 of us, 3 girls and 1 boy were teenagers at the same time. She was truly a saint. {{parental units}}
And yet in the middle of her rage she wouldn't cross the street alone, but waited for me every single time. Horrifiadorable.
Sorry, but that really is adorable. I am dreading ltc's teenage years. She is already the most stubborn child that I have ever met, and sadly, I know where she gets it from.
Tom, I'm sorry you had anxiety because that's painful.
But you didn't fail at anything. You weren't having fun, so you left. That's a perfectly logical response to a lack of fun and it's good self-care.
I'm only seeing success here, man.
Going to the party was a good choice - and by definition was you being social. It turned out to be a drag so you changed plans. The most social people you'll ever know do just that.
All of what Trudy said. You went to the party, you didn't have fun, so you left.
I finished the genealogy course with an A-. I'll get a certificate!
Yay, Hil!
That's great, Hil!