Just saw a kid wearing black and white checkered Vans. I begged my mom for those in 1983, to go with my parachute pants and mesh T-shirt.
TMW you realize that, unlike you, none of your friends and family members who read for pleasure uses a library. I'll have to conduct an email survey to find out why. Problem for me is, when I read a book I enjoy, telling someone, 'This is good, you should read it' is a different thing from, 'This is good, you should spend 25 bucks on it'. I occasionally buy non-fiction, but I get all my fiction from my (very small town) library. Anyone else?
That moment when you think of an absolutely perfect Christmas present for someone... then remember that you already gave her one two christmasses ago.
TMW you realize how awesome some ideas are when you go back to a year-old thread with no blinders. TMW you realize you miss a lot of valuable points to consider when you're being a dick. TMW you realize you're eventually going to be a dick again.
That moment when you’re mother’s stopped asking if you’ve met someone and starts asking if you’d be willing to be a single mother. Which tells me what I’ve long suspected: She really only cared about whether I would give her grandbabies.
Naturally. Most mothers do the same for their children. Always someone to spoil, and yet not deal with the hard times. All the good and little bad. Can't blame them.
The uncle life. I waft into their lives once every couple years, drop a couple thousand (yen*) on presents every Christmas, wind them up on sugar, and pass them off to mom when I get bored. *$1USD~108JPY, so a thousand yen is ten bucks.
Only grandkids my parents are getting are going to be from my brother and his wife. They have a daughter now, who's absolutely the light of my world, but my mom learned finally to stop asking if I'm going to have kids. ----- That moment when the person driving behind you switches on their brights and gets really close behind you, and then backs away, then does it again, almost forcing you off the road.
To be fair, she’d told me since I was twelve that she was stealing my first born. But I guess I’m still a little surprised that she has fully given up on me getting married and is now just testing the waters to see if I’ll have kids on my own. She’s asked me the question now twice in the past week. Can’t just be grateful for my nieces, her current granddaughters, nope. It has to be my kids. It’s always had to be my kids. She should’ve known I was going to die a spinster hag vampire catwoman.
I'd rather not contribute to the overpopulation of the earth and spend my time instead loving the kids already here. And the world needs more spinster hag vampire catwomen.
Those people are be worst. And at what moment did we as a society decide that we needed stadium lights attached to the hoods of our cars?
Hmmm, sounds like a good candidate to get brake checked. I spend so many hours on the road, and these fools get on my nerves. I already drive inordinately fast so I can get where I need to go, but they still manage this with me. I'm generally not very nice in response. It's not hard to be a decent person.
I saw an antinatalist cartoon that said that the answer to such pushes was to strongly imply that your...ahem social life should have resulted in at least a dozen simulataneous pregnancies, but something just wasn't working out. Don't know if that would be an advisable tack to take, but I LOLed when I read it.
That moment when you bought the shirt in the thumbnail and got it delivered today. Then get an alert for this video. Dam shirts following me around.
That moment when you realize that everything you do is by your choosing to do it. Reasons are only excuses. Even if your only choice is to avoid a potentially worse alternative. No matter. You decided whether to follow one path and not another, what price you are willing to pay,and no one can take that power from you. Although you can give it away (though you can always reclaim it).
I really didn’t~☆ Mostly it was just free word association that left me an awesome mythical being that will mess you up if you walk on my lawn or disturb my faerie ring. I can’t wait. Also just got asked for the third time today. She is really pushing this.
TMW you finally figure out how to get your characters into the testing room with all the items in Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I'm going to ignore the fact that people have known how to do this since the games first came out and just enjoy it.
I had the good sense to skip the child thing. I mean, at my age I don’t even do what I’m told; how am I supposed to get a kid to listen to me? Some of us were just not meant to be parents.