Don’t cross the streams.
Dont fuck with smurfs.
There is no spoon.
But seriously, hmmm… I grudgingly admit that I did have a problem with alcohol my junior year in college. It’s under control now thankfully, but I was definitely overdoing it.
I wish I’d broken the nail-biting habit when I was a kid and my mom was nagging me about it. Now I’m 32, still bite my nails, and my whole hands look like hell.
Huh? I’m certainly not a strong swimmer by any means, but if I fell out of a boat (assuming I didn’t hurt myself in the process) I could certainly keep myself afloat long enough for the boat to come back around to pick me up.
(sigh) grudgingly admitting the following: *“If a guy likes you, you’ll know it. He won’t have excuses to not hang out with you. If he wants to be with you, he will. Period.” *
This said after a guy my friend liked SOOO much told her he was too busy with school to get in a relationship. A month later, he’s dating someone he just met and six months later, he marries her.
I fought mom tooth and nail on that one and I can make excuses for ANYone for just about ANYthing. Here I am, admitting she was right.
Rinni,
I am so with you. Same here. My dad was very sick when I was a child and his illness worsened right about the time I was to get braces. I think my mom was just worn down from all that and when she asked and I said no, she didn’t put up a fight. And yep, I am hella self-conscious about it now. I, too, wish she had made me but I own this one totally. She allowed me to make the decision and I have to live with it.
Were they trying to get you to stop, or encourage you to keep at it?
That my face would freeze like that.
That if I went outside with wet hair I would “catch (your) death of cold”.
To this day, I look like a fish with puckered lips and crossed eyes, and am sure I’m dying a slow death of cold.
I don’t think this is true (at least for all people, maybe it’s true for you), and I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Not everyone in undergrad who thinks they want to go to grad school really should, to be honest. I think a lot of people who go to grad school right after college do so because they can’t think of anything else to do and the one thing they already know what to do is be a student.
And, FTR, I would estimate that ~5% of my classmates in my grad program came to grad school right after undergrad. Almost everyone spent at least a couple years working before going to grad school.
Presumably, his mom knew him and was speaking using that knowledge.
I’m trying not to make unwarranted assumptions about the username/post combo… 
“John, you won’t amount to shit.”
Thrift. It was instilled in me from an early age; and though I can grumble about the $90 sneakers I didn’t get in high school and etc I can see now how every nickle adds up and it all paid off now that my parents have retired with plenty of cash in their 50s.
As a one-time piano player who switched to guitar, I can say that it worked very well for me. Maybe it’s just the way I’m wired, but on guitar I was so much better able to overcome my stylistic limitations and play classical as well as rock and blues. I hadn’t been able to do either of those on piano, on which I mostly played ragtime. On the other hand, I do wish I’d been able to master the way a piano player or keyboardists works in a rock or blues band. If you go back to the really early stuff, like Fats Domino and Ray Charles, they get this awesome rhythmic groove out of the keys, but I can’t work out exactly what it is. It isn’t boogie-woogie, and it certainly isn’t ragtime. Most of the time, it seems substantially less “busy” than those genres, yet provides an amazing oomph.
Not much. My parents always said that I would see things differently when I got to their age. I am now well past the age they were when they said it and there is not much I see any differently.
I do wish my mother hadn’t allowed me to stop taking piano lessons after 8 months. On the other hand, I had perfect, if somewhat misaligned teeth. After two years with braces in which we couldn’t afford the fees for adjustments I had badly decayed and still misaligned teeth. The decay has been disastrous my whole life, but the misalignment has never bothered me.
My father taught me to swim when I was about 8 and I have enjoyed it ever since.
My mother believed that only sleep before midnight “counted”. Fatuous belief. She tried to break up my romance with the woman I have been blissfully (well, mostly) married to for 46 years. She tried to break up both my brother’s and sister’s choices of mate as well. My brother died during his 30th married year and my sister is still married to her mate 40 years later.