Saturday, December 8, 2018

The Mother of All Talks



          Ah, Tracy...

          Facebook bots can sometimes be a fun thing... if you don't mind the intrusion into your account the often make. I really don't, for the most part, and they can be kind of fun. At any rate, back a few weeks ago I played one that was floating around and got this result...


          Long time readers and friends know what I've been battling this past year, as well as friends on Facebook who have also seen my heart swoon to a couple young girls who had recently adopted me as a surrogate father for a bit. And, I'll be honest, the thought had crossed my mind; as it was something I was going to give the bitch before she done what she done.

          At any rate, when Tracy, a long time friend, pinged me it took me completely by surprise. On first view, I suppose if you didn't know I was playing a gamer, this could certainly look like a legit post. But it was tender insistence on the state of my fatherhood - or lack there of - that really threw me for a loop.

          Don't get me wrong; I imagine if the right set of circumstances come along I'm open to, and up for, the challenge. But, right now, I'd just settle for a girlfriend who won't lie, betray, and stab me in the back. We get through that, first, and then we can talk about a kid.

          Tracy did, though, have two parting bits of sage wisdom, regarding the idea of being an older parent...

          You know, as an older parent, you are less likely to try and feed your child to the wolves. Because you've mellowed, and developed patience, or some sage crap like that. Also, as an older parent, you are well versed in EVERY type of mischief that can be pulled. Younger parents... not so much.

          Okay, those are valid points. David is lucky guy to have - and be able to handle - a woman like Tracy. And, no; despite knowing them for quite a while, I've never met their son.

          As for being a dad? Well...

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