Irascible Volatility
February 2012
January 2012
Today
I had a crisis of identity (it’s a long, complicated narrative about my life and why I never developed concrete or stable goals/dreams/etc. because my lack of development of a sense of self, importance and distinct personality traits) and in response, instead of taking us home after we went to the big city to buy photographer-supplies, my husband headed south and let me spend the evening with my mom (read: mahm)and my sister. He’s a good husband.
Husband went to a photo bldg worker to get a second opinion on his “broken” flash and the worker pulled out a massive pack of batteries from his bag. I made the offhand comment that he was like a boyscout. Husband jokingly said, “Be careful, he might actually be one.”
While husband was speaking, worker pulled out wallet and showed us his Eagle Scout Card.
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4:02
someone hold me and whisper ‘i will provide you with a stable income for the rest of your life and free you of your responsibilities’ please
