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But, alas, she is a lab so the most she's ever done is smell a crotch and run and hide behind my wife.

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Daisy is serious. Chocolate Lab. I went to visit one time and she forgot I was in the house and I went out and she was headed my way with her big black back-up . . . until she realized it was me. I was glad to see that she ain't lettin' any old asshole in the yard.
 
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
 
I love how you illustrated the Mandela effect! The word "never" never was in the original lyric yet so many of us remember it that way. I was last week years old when I learned this. I even dug out my old cassette just to verify. 🤯🤯🤯
 
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
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Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
Sounds like quite a day.

And people-y, people. Not necessarily bad. But people-y. Or people dealing with people-y people.

I know what I am trying to say. I just can’t articulate it.

Get some rest, brother.
 
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.

I'm hearting your acknowledgement of any small semblance of compassion and empathy. I hearting my resonance with your sentiment.

People suck Wat. I'm the first one to grumble it in public. Thankfully we have a choice every day how we respond. You're among friends here.
 
We're trying to instill some of that type of perspective into our children. It's a hard thing to teach when you don't live like that.
We're not poor, so they've never gone hungry and always had a warm comfortable place to sleep. We tried to make them earn for themselves, encouraged them to work, taught what savings are for. Even when we've had 'tough times' there has always been plenty. My fear is those lessons won't instill the same perspective my grandparents had.
It appears they understand the value of an education and are taking that seriously. So, I think some of it sticking.
That sounds like good healthy parenting, if ya ask me.
 
I may be over people for the day
I hear that!
I love how you illustrated the Mandela effect! The word "never" never was in the original lyric yet so many of us remember it that way. I was last week years old when I learned this. I even dug out my old cassette just to verify. 🤯🤯🤯
I was somewhat familiar with Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop. Not a fan per se but familiar.
Had never heard the song before - and could have lived quite Happily Ever After without ever hearing that song. :LOL:
So the Mandela Effect was pure happenstance, my friend. But happy to help clarify.
And people-y, people. Not necessarily bad. But people-y. Or people dealing with people-y people.

I know what I am trying to say. I just can’t articulate it.
I followed that just fine
Down with people-y people!
To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.

I'm hearting your acknowledgement of any small semblance of compassion and empathy. I hearting my resonance with your sentiment.

People suck Wat. I'm the first one to grumble it in public. Thankfully we have a choice every day how we respond. You're among friends here.
Very eloquent.
And relevant - I've had discussions recently with at least 2 people (maybe 3?) about choosing how to respond.
While not always an easy choice, it can be an empowering one and one that helps pave the road to (internal) happiness IMO.
 
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
People have been people-y here too.....

Dogs cats and horses are better
 
Very eloquent.
And relevant - I've had discussions recently with at least 2 people (maybe 3?) about choosing how to respond.
While not always an easy choice, it can be an empowering one and one that helps pave the road to (internal) happiness IMO.
It's a strange but honest place I find myself in these days. My tolerance of the foolish and the entitled grates thin. I loathe small talk and pleasantry as I find it challenging to talk at all. But broken people: physically, mentally, and emotionally damaged, outcasts....these people I have all the time in the world for. The reality is we don't get to choose who we encounter and then the challenge begins. Do I match energy or choose a different response. Note, I don't pretend to be always successful lol
 
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