But you knew this already.
Caveat to yesterday's post, if you actually watch the new Heathers and hate it I won't judge you. It's all the whining about it before ever even seeing it that annoys me.
I'm not sure if the new coffee sucks or if TGB is making it with way too much coffee grounds. I just know it tastes like bitter mud.
Last night I was driving home and Just Breathe came on. It always reminds me of my dad. Always.
When I was a little boy I had a nightmare. In my nightmare my best friend, Jaws, saved me and Dorothy et al from the witch and her flying monkeys. But I woke up crying and scared anyway. So dad comes into my room to comfort me and for whatever reason I get fucking irate. In my haze I asked for my mom who wanted less than nothing to do with being a mother.
Dad shushed me, pulled me closer and told me it was going to be okay.
I pushed as hard as I could against him and started demanding my mom.
He didn't say anything. At least, nothing that I remember. He just kept holding me against him as I fought until I was exhausted.
I assume he let me fall asleep on him because I don't remember anything more until I woke up the next morning.
It was a scene that played out a lot throughout my childhood and even into adolescence. He would love me harder than I could fight against him.
The amount of fucking strength it must have taken to hear that you were someone -