I was definitely never told I could be anything I wanted. My dad, believing there was no way I'd graduate high school, told me at about 10 years old that he'd buy me any car I wanted when I graduated. I reminded him at about 17. He denied the conversation ever happened. I was bitter, and became an astronaut-ballerina-medieval-warrior to show him I could achieve anything. Turns out I don't like space, dancing, or sword-fighting, so who showed who after all? (Currently coding documents related to space, dancing, and sword-fighting. Unhappy with life. Dad was right; should have become plumber.)
Other people's parenting is atrocious. And I'm pretty sure we're always right when we realize that. The only bad parenting we'll be blind to is our own. But we'll be right that the neighbors spoil, beat, neglect, and overall doom their children. So what I mean is, it's fair to judge because they actually DO suck. As for your own kids, well, that's a lost hope really.
I ate Chinese food for lunch with Chris. It tasted delicious, and I only ate like 4/5 of it, which is pretty amazing for me/Piggy-Tertl. I had a scrambled-egg-and-cheese on muffin for breakfast, and I ate it all, and it was pretty awesome. I had Wheat Chubs and cheese cubes for snack; they would have been delicious, but I wasn't really hungry. For snack later I will have apple. Its deliciousness remains to be seen.
I am going to begin a Kabbalah class tomorrow. It goes for six weeks. Look at me, becoming more ascetic. Acidic. Astringent. Strident. Stridex. Zanax. Zephir. More fear. Torpor.
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