A couple of times today, many more times than I would like to remember over the last couple of weeks, conversations have gotten to the point where either “Okay!” or “Fuck you!” are the proper next response – along with the resulting consequences.
I have consistently been doing that whole responsible, mature adulting thing.
An argument can be made that I’m making the wrong decisions.
Tomorrow’s another day to be a mature, responsible adult. And wonder if the moment’s coming when I’m not.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 