Ha, this brings up slightly triggering memories of formative experiences, not completely defused by the compassion of adulthood and time elapsed... I was that kid bigtime. I was a master of disdain for the letter of the law, especially when poorly worded. My parents didn't find it funny. It got them right in the gears. They would howl ab…
Ha, this brings up slightly triggering memories of formative experiences, not completely defused by the compassion of adulthood and time elapsed... I was that kid bigtime. I was a master of disdain for the letter of the law, especially when poorly worded. My parents didn't find it funny. It got them right in the gears. They would howl about me being obtuse and having an attitude problem. It's ok, we're all friends now, but in certain moods I do still have a nasty aggrieved pattern around the meaning of words. Sometimes in my meanest moods it really does seem ok to me to ignore or circumvent people when they use words unskilfully or phrase things ambiguously
Ha, this brings up slightly triggering memories of formative experiences, not completely defused by the compassion of adulthood and time elapsed... I was that kid bigtime. I was a master of disdain for the letter of the law, especially when poorly worded. My parents didn't find it funny. It got them right in the gears. They would howl about me being obtuse and having an attitude problem. It's ok, we're all friends now, but in certain moods I do still have a nasty aggrieved pattern around the meaning of words. Sometimes in my meanest moods it really does seem ok to me to ignore or circumvent people when they use words unskilfully or phrase things ambiguously