What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Why, when you cut a sandwich into quarters, does it never seem as substantial and as filling as when it's whole?
 
What a waste of my time and energy. Oh well. What should I have for dinner? I think I want to take a shower first. Should I order in or go exploring? I don't like eating out alone. I should have packed some alcohol.

I'm having a wonderful conversation with myself in my head right now. 🫠 Maybe I'll just take a nap. 😆
 
*wonders how disgusting*
Words cannot describe and I'm not the type to point to a poster that routinely posts pictures in AmPics and other forums.

Others seem to love the pictures though and make ravingly favorable comments.

Meanwhile the poster make ravingly insane comments on another part of Lit.
 
Seeing a body type be celebrated in a mainstream program that typically isn't is always refreshing. Though I may be biased, as I personally prefer it.
 
I had a contentious relationship with my parents when I was a kid. Strictly Catholic household with a kid who didn’t make room for things that didn’t make sense. There was tension.

As I’ve grown older and and my folks have grown softer, we’ve found spaces where we can converse and cohabitate without issue. We get along. I now really enjoy getting together with my parents and loving the freedom that comes from being around family.

But now, it seems like there’s a tax. Every fucking time I visit I can’t drink the sweet tea or ask about bathroom remodel until after I’ve fixed 2-3 tech-related things that are highest on my parents’ list of priorities. I’m responsible for every purchase they’ve made that requires an internet connection. As a result, every issue they have with their phone or roomba or ninja air fryer is my fault…and I have to fix it before I get to enjoy my parents’ company in their old age.

What lesson should I be learning from this? Because it feels like some type of penance.
 
But now, it seems like there’s a tax. Every fucking time I visit I can’t drink the sweet tea or ask about bathroom remodel until after I’ve fixed 2-3 tech-related things that are highest on my parents’ list of priorities. I’m responsible for every purchase they’ve made that requires an internet connection. As a result, every issue they have with their phone or roomba or ninja air fryer is my fault…and I have to fix it before I get to enjoy my parents’ company in their old age.

What lesson should I be learning from this? Because it feels like some type of penance.
As someone who's been out to my parent's house four times this week - once to cook a meal with them, and three times to fix a tech issue, you aren't alone.

I didn't want to go this morning, I didn't want to leave the house! But, guess what? It's the least I could do for them. I'm not asked to fix the roof or paint the house or install anything related to health problems.
Our parents aren't always going to be with us and, if I can make their life easier (and with friendly reminders from @Shenanigans90) -- that's really a minor thing.

TLDR: @~Elizabeth~ summed it up nicely.
 
As someone who's been out to my parent's house four times this week - once to cook a meal with them, and three times to fix a tech issue, you aren't alone.

I didn't want to go this morning, I didn't want to leave the house! But, guess what? It's the least I could do for them. I'm not asked to fix the roof or paint the house or install anything related to health problems.
Our parents aren't always going to be with us and, if I can make their life easier (and with friendly reminders from @Shenanigans90) -- that's really a minor thing.

TLDR: @~Elizabeth~ summed it up nicely.
My mom used to say she hated being a burden but I'd always tell her “Hush, was taking care of us (sister and I) a burden?” She’d just shake her head no and I'd tell her “Well, neither are you.” It was my pleasure to do for my parents because I know how hard they worked to raise us and provide the best for us.
 
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