Wish me luck
Soon my parents will arrive to advise me on all of the things I am doing wrong in my life, at my house, with my dogs and just in general.
My father will prophesy doom and myriad gloom in regard to things affecting me yet completely out of my control. When asked for advice to forestall such catastrophic results he will have no advice to give.
He identifies the problems, people - he doesn’t fix the problems. We all have our own role to play, after all.
OK, sorry - bitterness seems to be at Def-Con 1 today.
I love the holidays.
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Kinda glad I kept my family thing down to one day this holiday season. I find I’m much happier doing things that make me happy than trying to justify why I do anything I do to people who mostly don’t actually listen to anything I say anyway.
One day is just long enough to keep most conversations to small talk and avoid all the psychoanalysis BS we all typically go through with families.
Families are funny, funny things. As Calvin (of he and Hobbes) once famously said “I’m related to people I don’t relate to.”
The sad thing is that they get along way better with me around to mediate - but I can’t play that role all the time, it’s just too damn exhausting.
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I definitely miss Calvin and Hobbes.