The best thing about randomly getting to hang out w my mum is that she
literally knows everything about me and my history--something we keep
close to my vest, well, because ppl are not entitled to others
experiences in order to respect their subjectivity and in order to treat them with
care.
Bullets. But, mum knows everything, including that I hope so hard
for my friend's success and happiness that I'll give them advantages for
something I want as well, that I can take it, the loss. And when
I'm having profession-anxiety, she brings up grade school.
Personality
pains. "Remember that time you really wanted to be crossing guard and
when they offered it to you, you told them to give it to Priti instead. I
felt so bad for you."
*and, we hate how 'sweet' this sounds,
not at
all,
it's guilt of extra knowledge
(always with the share)...and,
it's a
totally self-defeating, gross
martyrdom, indoctrination thing
that
should not be venerated*
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