Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

perverse

My elder son attempted to press me to take him to the store.  I had agreed, but was deliberately unclear about the timing.  He began asking on a periodic basis, the period growing shorter with each iteration.

"You should realize," I told him finally, "that my response to pushing is duck and cover."

"Hmm?"  The kids are bright but I can obfuscate with the best of them.

"When I am pushed, I avoid doing the thing I am pushed to do.  You can blame it on a first grade girl named Kathy.  I had a crush on Laura but she had a crush on Bill so I was partnered with Kathy against my will.  She wore saddle shoes and tried to drag me around the playground by the hand.  I put a stop to that."

No one dares pull me by the hand.  I don't like it one little bit.  Holding hands with me can be a very iffy proposition.  It is important to know when to let go.

"So if you want me to do something, I would suggest a different strategy.  You don't want to push me."

I soon wandered off.  I am told my boy observed, "You know, sometimes I think Dad is weird."

I think we found something we can all agree on.

M

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#1  13 July 2006 - 22:25

 

lol
sometimes i feel that i'm paying for all the things i've done to my mother by working at a hs.

faaraa

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