tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740912.post6650001856998665360..comments2023-08-17T04:41:26.217-07:00Comments on sink into the pacific: well there's poor then there's pooranthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398755572015761770noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740912.post-42347616921313660472008-03-13T02:45:00.000-07:002008-03-13T02:45:00.000-07:00Imperceptible is going to discipline you now? Well...Imperceptible is going to discipline you now? Well, really. I say!<BR/><BR/>This was another wounded-puppy post, wasn't it.<BR/><BR/>I have to stop falling for this shenanigans.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740912.post-27848797555243255302008-03-12T08:50:00.000-07:002008-03-12T08:50:00.000-07:00What up with people wanting you to join the fuckin...What up with people wanting you to join the fucking military? If you need some discipline I'm sure we can work something out...<BR/><BR/>When you spend 13+ years growing up with people they become more like family than anything else. You'll have plenty of friends in your life but few that understand where you're coming from because they were there. Plus they have to be nice to you because you have just as much dirt on them as they have on you. And pictures. :) <BR/><BR/>You're right about parents. We say and do stupid things when we are worried and don't know how to help. I think it's a side effect from cleaning too much poop. But it does come from love. The desire for our children to be happy is almost overwhelming at times. But if you're a good parent you are very proud when they tell you - thanks for your advice but I'm doing things my own way. That way you know you raised them right. <BR/><BR/>You make me smile.ImPerceptiblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12450512367977097943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740912.post-83503483711731981372008-03-11T04:05:00.000-07:002008-03-11T04:05:00.000-07:00You'd have to have a trophy wife, though.You'd have to have a trophy wife, though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740912.post-27632744210256163042008-03-11T04:02:00.000-07:002008-03-11T04:02:00.000-07:00I thought you went back home mainly for your frien...I thought you went back home mainly for your friends. I can understand that... people are strange, when you're a stranger... and it can be lonely.<BR/><BR/>But there are lots of other friends you could make in your life, too - other people who have that potential for you. There were no doubt some in Chicago but you didn't give yourself a chance to meet them.<BR/><BR/>If you were happy in your work I would be the last person to say you need to quit and get a 'proper' job or what have you. I don't believe that is the answer for everyone, or the military! It's just that you seemed so unhappy before.<BR/><BR/>And even if you change tracks at some stage, it doesn't mean that the past eight years have been wasted, at least not how I see it! <BR/><BR/>At least you're a guy, and you don't have to try and have all your babies while you're young. You can start when you're 40! Most unfair. Hiss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com