It is against the law to burn down your house. It is (or can be) against the law to renovate your house (depending on the works and permisions granted). It is (or can be) against the law to even paint your house. Being the owner of a property does not give you the right to do what you like with it. There was a point but it went past you by miles.
Sorry to hear the rug got pulled out from under you like that. Little of use I can add to that. Just enjoy the few tasty chocolates, sometimes we forget but there's always some in the box
I don't agree with this. I never assumed everyone had the same sort of upbringing. I knew it wasn't the case, and that's from a very young age. It sounds naive to me, or an upbringing that's so sheltered and on a narrow track it gives a skewered world view with rose tinted glasses. Blinkers Coming from an abusive family, no, there never was any expectation the wider world would be similar. Far from. One stepped into the world with caution and maybe some sadness because of it, but well aware that kindness and care should be the norm. Granted, once found, one might not be a schoolbook example on how to deal with it. You didn't learn but you knew what it was. One forgets at times that as a young human being one knows the difference. We know from birth some right and wrongs. There is an instinctive moral compass we have and our upbringing will throw distracting magnets in its path, one way or other but the compass is there. While formative years are of upmost importance we don't arrive in this world as a blank slate. Expecting ventures from an abusive family to be a one trick pony of much the same is lacking insight or understanding. Nor does it mean one stepped into this world without confidence and for certain not without courage. If anything it often shows more strength regardless of fears.
There is truth in that. And once one can recognize it and give it its deserved recognition one can move on from it. Evolve, grow. And not always as a crooked half the branches missing tree as many would suspect, but as a tree with valuable insights that others might miss. There's a lot of clichés and preconceived notions on the effects of a rough hard, at times traumatising upbringing. Justified or not, people are quick to give a label of damaged goods, one that doesn't rub off easily. At times one is better of not sharing one's past. One gets judged on the actions of others, not on how one dealt with it. To start with anyway
Memories and how our mind plays selective hide and seek with them. And how one resurfacing makes another bubble up. While it is all relative, there is a level where swapping places would be irrelevant. Death by burning or death by drowning, the end result is the same its cause academic. It all leaves just one burden, letting the inheritance die with you. Not much else matters.
We didn't get slapped for speaking at the table.(except when interrupting) One did ran the risk of getting stabbed with knife or fork if one held the cutlery wrong or had an elbow on the table. A slap with the flat of the bread knife got used for that as well until the day my dad miscalculated and left a nasty scar on one of me sisters hand. Good table manners were important for my parents... A tradition I did not keep with my children. Saying that, my daughter when she was around 5or6 and we were over for our annual visit was staring at me grinning like a Cheshire cat, fork at the ready, with a pleading look 'please daddy may I?' when her granddad next to her had his elbow on the table. School at a young age was a struggle and not sure if dyslexic had anything to do with it. I do wish they taught differently tho The culture I grew up in has no such thing as a prom. The concept is alien to me. As for being an ugly duckling, don't think so Got beat up at school and did beat up at school. That was well balanced, never saw that as a problem. People who couldn't keep the balance they had a problem with me. As in make your point and then enough is enough, cross that line and I wish you good luck Absolutely flunked my grades and from a certain age bored to death. Didn't wake at 18. For certain not a savant, and too average not to fit in. Young age school was a nightmare and then it became boring as hell. Something's were rough but all in all a lot of it not much more than first world problems. There are others who gladly would have swapped places. It's all relative
I did that social bit that lots of people do and went shopping today. It wasn't a great success. Had a shower, cleaned up for once. Even used on of the armpit febreze spray can things. That's the point I knew I should have stayed at home, things wouldn't improve for the rest of the day. Carburetor cleaner, while also in a small can, has not the same effect as the armpit joke. Never again until next time... It does wake you up tho And now I completely forgot where I was going with this ffs
The memopauze was introduced in 1972 as a replacement for the teleprinter exchange. Tea breaks were never the same since. Anyways, Still a damn long way to go Les résultats du féminisme, from 1906 by Alice Guy-Blaché (one interesting woman btw) Even after more than 110 years sadly still relevant WimpyLee will be shocked by this and stoicly struggle on like a deaf dumb blind lost in a desert Hence the expression get your fax straight, but that didn't start until the introduction of multi coloured printers
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