I had a really good social experience in high school, and a crap one in college...
And I wasn't a 'cool kid' in high school. I just had a really good core of close friends. (4 really close, another 6 or so that were less close, but still friends, and a dozen or so friendly acquaintances)
I'm on vacation. There, I said it. My house is empty. Come on over and rob the place.
This may sound weird coming from someone who inherited his mother's panophobia but I was giving it some thought as we were packing to leave. The things I consider valuable aren't things that a burglar would consider valuable.
Of course, any potential burglar would probably peek inside the front window and see our aging furniture and obsolete television, and decide not to bother in the first place.
But we really do live simply. There's no cash in the house, no really expensive jewelry, not even any high end electronics. Quite frankly, you could level the place and the only thing I'd be concerned about is our cats.
frankly, you could level the place and the only thing I'd be concerned
about is our cats.
Amen. We have one most prized possession, and she has four paws. Before we got her, I was overly attached to my ski collection. Now I could give two shits.
I do really like my computer and tablet.
I don't leave home for very long without finding the dog a place to stay.
This explains why IG isn't concerned about Aahz's ninjas wrecking his snow-blower.
Before we got her, I was overly attached to my ski collection. Now I
could give two shits.
LS: The real question is, can you give a mass of two shits?
Sounds like someone's Indian name. Chief Mass Of Two Shits.
Only if you're poor.
Massachusetts is a nice state.
As long as you steer clear of all the Massholes.
Think most of them have headed to CT, where it's cheaper.
Just south of DC, you can find a city named Manassas.
I'm still not very good at yelling at people.
While I was cleaning for Pesach yesterday I ran into a pile of embarassingly bad poetry I wrote as an older teenager. But more embarrassing than the actual attemp at poetry was how I poured my emotions and thoughts into those poems. I am still wondering if I should throw them out or just hide them with my old diaries.
I forget sometimes how deeply depressed I was for years. Actually. I forget all the time, the only time it comes back to remind me is when any doctors ask if I ever suffered depression. Then I straight up lie and say only for a few month after Akiva was born.
I wouldn't dwell on that. Teenagers are kind of exploring their range of emotions and at that age seem to have a need to pour themselves out one way or another. Everyone does it to some extent.
Well, there's also the kind of teens who shut themselves off from everyone, and tries not to express their emotions much at all. Though that's just another method of handling emotions.
Anyone remember or have heard of Ben Underwood?
He was a blind teenager who had amazing echo-location skills. He would play video games (which I still don't quite get), basketball, rollerblade, and so on without being able to see.
His eyes had been removed because he suffered from a kind of cancer that starts out in the eyes, but will travel along the optic nerves to the rest of his body if not addressed soon.
He gained a kind of fame for his echo-location skills.
Unfortunately, at the age of 16, the cancer returned and killed him.
I've never met the kid, but I feel awful that such a thing should happen.
I hope his life was full for the length of time he had it.
sounds like a good reason not to return anymore, so they can continue watching that part of your room they like?