Just for you, vael. Just for you.
Thanks you could help bro!!!
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Cutest thing, I was trimming my beard with a scissors and my 5-year-old step-nephew asks me, “Does that hurt?” Priceless.
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So my dad. A few of you may have picked up, from random conversations with me and some tumblings, that him and his wife are a little “sensitive”. His wife majorly. I cannot delve into the horrible histories of our past, but let’s just say she’s one of the people you have to watch out to never criticize, especially by accident.
My general mannerism is… eh, let’s say grim. I’m by no means upset, or bored, but when I’m not otherwise stimulated by some form of entertainment, I can look quite displeased. Emphasizing the “can” - to most people, I don’t, but to my father and his wife, I do. Well, my girlfriend is the same way. Probably moreso.
So he gives me some shit about her looking as morbid as I do, and being as anti-social as I am. Well, it’s true, we both are. What’s bothersome is that this is getting in the way of my schedule, because he won’t let her stay for a single day while I’m at work, and of course he uses one of his bullshit excuses instead of directly telling me they don’t know her well enough. “she’s pregnant and could explode at any time” Well golly, I’m 15 minutes away, we’ll go to Women and Infants and I’ll watch the explosion.
ANYWAY. The reason I tell you this is because he asked me to be more social, so starting yesterday, I was. And continuing today, I will be. I can’t wait to tell them about the Black Coat Network, and have my dad tell me I’m living in a fantasy world behind a blue screen. Or maybe I’ll tell them about this sweet five-game indy package I might buy on Steam for $5. The worst part? They’d feign interest. I hate that so much. Dad will blabber on and on about the people he works with, and who said this, and who did what, and his wife will confirm she’s listening by saying “Yeah” and nodding. It’s so fake, it’s sickening.
Words are like dollars: you spend them when you have to. You start talking on an empty wallet, and the only ones listening are the poor fuckers you’re talking to!