It’s alright; I probably wouldn’t believe it, either.
Then regard this situation as how you are earning your inheritance.
Are you the son of Malcolm Forbes? Vic Morrow? David Carradine? Bob Crane? Albert Dekker? . . . D.B. Cooper?
I enjoyed your fable. My mother is turning 70 this year, and after a lifetime of being unbelievably competent, she is also sliding into helplessness when it comes to technology. I don’t think it’s that she wants to be helpless; I think it’s more of a case of she’s just tired of learning new things. We set her up with a computer (a Mac so we wouldn’t have to worry about viruses ), and she emails all the time, and she knows how to play games online and surf and upload pictures from her camera, and that’s about all she wants to know. She doesn’t want an upgraded computer, she doesn’t want new bells and whistles - she just wants to do what she knows how to do.
Oh, great. Now that you said the name, he’s never coming back.
Nah, he comes back if you say his name five times in front of a mirror.
Speaking of coming back, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here for a while, Mr. andros. Good to see you again.
AND DOES WHAT?!?!?!? :eek:
His parachute fails to open and he dive bombs into your toilet. Keep the lid down.
And then Tony Todd, Biggie Smalls, and Hastur do a nice soft-shoe on the tile.
Thanks, Cat, good to be here.
You’re lucky you still have your mom around to drive you crazy.
That would be Bees not D.B.'s. I have my antique hand mirror in hand, do not mess with me.
I am not nearly as old as the Mom but I am getting to the point where I don’t want to learn new ways to do the same old shit either. Some times the old way is good enough.
Or it was the other way 'round, like for my mother: my mother’s most well-developed skills are spending money and getting other people to do things for her which she could have done herself (she most graciously accepts the help) - when the twain meet, well, you know. She also refuses to let other people do the things she herself should not be doing and grumbles no end while they do it.
Damnit. I was going to ask if it involved a well-hung horse.
Perhaps it is neither that she is uninterested or incapable but that she simply needs encouragement to give her the confidence to try. Or not.
Trying to write a fable for an OP was a good idea, but yours kind of missed the mark here. It didn’t really say what you wanted it to say. Besides, metaphors only work when the reader knows what is being alluded to. That said, I sympathize with your position, just, well, better luck next time on the creativity aspect.
And by the way, you’ve never tweaked my bullshit-o-meter, so Bob Ducca might not believe you, by I do.
Well, I laughed.
Are you related to ManBearPig?
Well, after all these years of deeply resenting the wealthy for their ability to just fling money at problems and have other people solve them, I find myself grateful that I will never be wealthy. Because I would be frustrated with the OP’s mama as well. I would so much rather toil and work and figure out on my own how to solve my problems than stand there wringing my hands as the world turned to shit around me and no amount of money would solve the problem. IOW, I’d rather be broke and independent than *dependently *wealthy, paralyzed from willful ignorance and learned helplessness. Sad.