I want you to belong to me and I want to belong to you. I.
Everything could be reasoned away or made to look silly with enough rational scrutiny. Faith, love, hope, lust, anger, sadness, compassion – everything.
My mother was awesome. I loved her dearly and respected her even more. She and my dad had been tough on us as kids, the good kind of tough, the kind of tough that came with high expectations. Her favorite thing to say to us had always been, “Why are you so anxious to build yourself a ceiling? Why don’t you build a rocket instead?
Quinn, you sound like a monologuing supervillain.
I didn’t want to be peed on.
Also, hon, you may not have been as transparent with your advances as you believe. I’ve seen you, you’re not a skilled flirter. It’s usually hard to watch.
Quinn, that’s the ring from downstairs!” I hissed in a loud whisper because I was afraid of the answer. “Did you steal that ring?
Although it seemed like such a simple thing, for the first time in my life I realized the importance of an introduction. An introduction by a mutual friend buys instant credibility, especially when the mutual friend was universally liked – as.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
But that wasn’t how I rolled. Prolonged irrationality wasn’t in my wheelhouse. Recrimination was not my homeboy.
His gaze was impossibly kind as he said, “Then, daughter dear, call me Dad.
Because you’re youthful and fun, and yet level-headed and practical. You are an optimist. If anything, you remind me that I’m still young, that my life isn’t over. And I trust you. You feel like a beginning to me.
I frowned at him and his sensible words. Stupid sensible words.
We don’t believe in false pleasantries around these parts, nor do we kick a fella when he’s down. So I’ll just say, bless your heart, and leave it at that.
You are full of ambergris.
Nevertheless, after an hour in the tub drinking alone, I felt no closer to solving my dilemma. Instead I was left with an empty bottle of wine, pruney fingers, and more questions.
Laws varied depending on the place and time, required documentation, due process, and interpretation. You couldn’t count on the law to serve justice.
Aging is not ‘lost youth’ but a new stage of opportunity and strength.” – Betty Friedan.
I’d come to realize that if I feared what I couldn’t control, then I would fear everything.
I wasn’t wondering whether you had a lip fungus, but thank you for getting that awkward conversation out of the way.