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I'm probably missing the point.
I know that I should be celebrating the lives of my folk who've passed, honouring what was valuable about interactions that have run their course, looking at the year gone by and laying to rest the habits that didn't serve and being glad for the ones that did.
But all I can think is 1) Uncle Howard's gone; will his kids bother to show for the reunion in July? and 2) wow, I am capable of fucking some stuff right up.
It makes the parade of kids in dinosaur, ninja, and salaryman-devouring-schoolgirl getups kindof fade for me.
Bah.
Alright, Jess.
Enough.
I know that I should be celebrating the lives of my folk who've passed, honouring what was valuable about interactions that have run their course, looking at the year gone by and laying to rest the habits that didn't serve and being glad for the ones that did.
But all I can think is 1) Uncle Howard's gone; will his kids bother to show for the reunion in July? and 2) wow, I am capable of fucking some stuff right up.
It makes the parade of kids in dinosaur, ninja, and salaryman-devouring-schoolgirl getups kindof fade for me.
Bah.
Alright, Jess.
Enough.
