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.
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