You know your drunk art post about love and personhood from 2019? Every night at bedtime my late cat would lie on my chest, and her little heartbeat would be right on top of mine, and I'd think about that piece of art you made, and have a similar sort of image in my head. Anyway, yesterday I finally put the image to paper, and idk where this is going, just that that piece of art you created means a lot to me. Have a cool day ✌️
some of y’all bout to be real mad at me. but it must be said. some of the shit u call corny/cringy is actually just genuine/cute/sweet and y’all r just afraid of expressing any type of positive emotion
i work with youth and they loooooooove to go “ew that’s so cringe” the moment anything earnest even grazes their orbit.
my general line that i send back to them is “hm. not sure i really believe in ‘cringe.’ it kind of sounds like you’re choosing to be embarrassed right now.”
when i was a kid there was this guy in my neighborhood named Jerry. he was 100 years old for my entire childhood. his house was up on a hill and he had a big porch he sat on all day from sun up to sundown. his front door was always open if it wasn’t too cold out and there was a big old fridge/freezer right inside where he kept orange crush in glass bottles and freeze-pops.
kids were allowed to walk right into his house and get treats from the fridge but the rule is we had to sit on the porch while we ate the popsicles or drank the pop and this is how he got us to listen to him talk about random stuff all day.
if parents needed to find us bc we failed to come home when we were supposed to they called him and he could send other kids out looking for us. it’d be like in the creek some other 8 year old would tell you “hey your mom called Jerry. youre supposed to be home.”
if you were home sick from school and your parents worked he’d watch you for free & everyone looked out for him. i spent a lot of days napping on his couch when i was little.
idk i know i couldn’t be a full-time parent so that’s my ideal role in a community one day. old guy babysitter with a porch.
what is it that they say? a young man asks the sage why there are no longer dragons. the old man says “dragons are the same. something happened to your eyes”
a young man asks the sage why there are no longer dragons. the old man says “they’re long enough.”
one curiousity search on ebay to see if people are still going nuts over beanie babies has led to getting a strong contender for the funniest email ever
