Now that you know my origin story. I'm gonna tell you another secret. In my note January 3rd, 2025, I mentioned that I wanted to be myself again. I meant, who I was and what I did when I was in 5th grade. Because it brought me the most joy.
Also I understand that you would be miserable without giving me treats.
My libido is scaled with my imagination, but capped by my physical reality.
Hey tutor. I cut myself again.
I'm so glad the soft-dried banana came just in time I'm out of the pack I bought at the supermarket. This one looks much better color.
My guess is that the narcissistic parents prompted the kid to pick up the carrot and say sorry. And they repeated it enough times that eventually he learned to do it like how he used to learn to say papa and mama. The lesson of integrity and character on the 2 years old was still zero.
The kids eventually reverted to the old behavior when I left school.
I know this seems like a huge accomplishment for guys like these.
But your real challenge is when the kid starts to have complex thoughts, not when he just got past the skill of recognizing himself in the mirror (my niece is till laughing with her friend in the mirror so that’s actually fun for everyone).
The problem is when you teach the kid to be honest, for them to see you cheat on your taxes or spouse.
When you teach the kid to be patient, for them to see you drive through red traffic lights.
When you teach the kid to be loving to their siblings, for them to see you and your partner insulting each other.
You actually do them a favor by being less self-righteous.
I hung out with a bunch of problematic 2nd-grade kids when I was in 5th grade. Their behavior improved significantly when there was someone older who didn’t lie to them.
All right.
I enjoy being helpful in a relationship. But just with the thing that I'm good at and that I have fun doing it. Being emotionally supportive is very rewarding for ME. I don't like doing house chores for myself, so I don't think I would find it heartwarming doing it for someone else either.
If you want to give me treats, I can totally enjoy that.
I haven't had the wisdom teeth. It freaked me out every time I felt uncomfortable around the gum. I wish I never have them.
Have this situation where this person insisted on using their “in-house” designer to finish the last step. Only that it dragged out for months. The designer seemed to be in no rush to get the work done.
I'm not even against them using fonts that look like for heavy machinery and construction companies because I don't even have the access to Adobe library. So maybe it looks better when you pay for the subscription. I only buy cheap fonts from stay-at-home part-time designer moms with named like Sunny Beach and Baby Bee.
I don't have enough emotional attachment with these things to give myself more work than required.