Hey, ADAM YAX: Thanks for sharing my thoughts on Ms. Imbecile-Coworker-Brood-Ox…(at last, so mercifully, gone off to the Breeder-Farm.)
Yep, lots of us have gagged our way thru encounters with OXEN of her like.
Also, we (yes, “WE”…we, here at this keyboard, are humans with mammies n daddies!) have endured encounters with parents, the likes of yours. Oh, for CERTAIN, your mammy and pappy “mean well” when they run their “WANTED: Grandchildren” Advertisements to you. But, are you of an age, yet, that you SEE what that Mom.n.Pop process is?
Do you KNOW precisely how blatantly SELFISH are the thoughts behind those words, from your truly good and loving PARENTS?
It will prove fortunate for you if you can find the strength to NOT become angry with them when you learn how TRULY SElFISH they are when LAYING SUCH A GUILT-TRIP ON YOU…about THEIR wanting MORE grandchildren! Hey, as the saying goes: Mom Dad, DEARS … How about “COUNTING YOUR CHICKENS”…NOW.
Ma/Pa: You, Dear Things, already HAVE grandchildren. So, Please, Relax…and stop…right now…trying to make baby-YAX feel guilty about its own life-decisions. Even if these strong decisions do not fit in with YOUR “eternal plans”. OK, mom and dad?
Thanks, progenitor-dears.
AdamYax, dear person, face this: Your parents are humans who have sets of values, and they are trying to MANIPULATE you into BEING what THEY want YOU to BE. See their (NOT evil, 'tho dangerous) GAME? -->Be a “Good Son”, do not construct your OWN life patterns, do ALL that we say; especially, feel guilty about being “childless” – Now, go make some (more!!) grandchildren…FOR… (who?)…US!
P.S. (Now) we love you.
Then, quite [possibly/probably] learn one day, just down the calendar, that you are sorry that you BOUGHT INTO the life that was dictated to you by other people.
I wish you love. And, more, STRENGTH to resist MANIPULATION by those whom YOU LOVE.
And, Jeeeeze!, NECROS…Whatcha “ascared” of? How could I possible “scare” you…?
If you would only meditate on things a bit more deeply:
STARK TERROR should swell in your breast at the sight of Malls and Malls-ful of throngs of size 58XXX Ladies’ sweatshirts with the imprinted word BABY on the stretched-tight front and a huge fuchsia arrow pointing to
the BALLOONED abdomen beneath. Now THERE’s FUTURE SOCIAL TERROR, if it ever existed!
[ [ [As Caesar said: “AMO, AMAS, AMAT…But let us NOT make babies!”] ] ]
Love, Pukalani.