7.825. Reflections on a Sunday Afternoon

Kids suck.

That’s really the long and short of things. You try to raise them to be the best versions of themselves and to (i’m going to say it) honor the idea of who you are in some version of their action and in the end, it doesn’t happen. These oft ruinous creatures choose to do exactly what you don’t want them to. They lie and disrespect and then, after all of that, come back begging you for money and attention. What is it then that we are supposed to do as parents? Roll over and feed them funds? Buy them new phones because theirs are broke and they won’t get a job? The idea that money doesn’t grow on trees is infinitely older than I am yet still resonates to this day. When did I have to become the parent who reminded his kids of that… well into and past their teens?

As I said, kids suck. One of my is about to feel the harsh reality of having a dad who is completely out of fucks. It’s going down. For real.

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