There are days when ideas for a post, or perhaps even just something to talk about, come thick and fast. The thing is though, it’s not so much the raw generation of ideas…. well, actually, that’s not 100% true and I dare say that if you’re like me, you look out of the window, sigh to yourself and wonder how you’re going to fill the white space of the input form. Okay, moving on from that, if I do have something to discuss, it’s how to start it. Sometimes I get hung up on just saying hello, whereas other times – like now – a stream of consciousness bursts forward to fill the t’interwebs with fluff live and direct from the back of my head. 🙂
So – and as was said on a popular comedy show – what’s occurring? Wee Man’s birthday is later in the month, so the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and I have been carefully stashing presents in the house. TBH, he’s a good lad and doesn’t (yet) go looking through the cupboards. “Whose are these heels, Daddy?” 🙂 I guess there’s just the wrapping and a suitable birthday cake to sort out now. It was also his sports day and bless him, like his ma + pa, he’s a thinker, not a runner. It might not do his self-esteem much good coming last, but at the same time, you do what you can as a parent to praise and encourage in the areas where your kids do excel. Wee Man’s is imagination and provided he’s focused correctly, off he goes. It’s quite thrilling to be involved.
Talking of families, I have over the past few months been making more use of Facebook. Me along with seemingly everyone else on the planet. 🙂 One thing that has happened – well, other than me making and sticking to a personal promise to quit on games that suck time away – is the extent of the social network. I don’t say this as a brag, moreover as an observation. It’s like a little web that grows out from friends that you find. I found an old school friend on there and slowly, friends from my childhood slipped back into my social circle.
Really, the above is the reason for today’s post. Not from a trans PoV, but that these old friends, I’ve not seen in 20 years plus. The last mental picture I have of them would be when I was secondary school or earlier (11ish?). Now, of course, these people are grown up, some with families of their own. What amuses me, and not in a nasty way, is how like our parents we become in looks and actions.
Sometimes that’s a good thing, but there is the odd person – by that I mean a parent – who’s behavior is less that ideal. My own childhood was good – very good compared to some folks’ and that’s down to my folks doing the best they could. Yet I know of now-grown-up kids whose behaviour mimics the negative cycle of their own parents. Don’t take this as a smug-as-sh** post, I think it’s more a pondering over why they’re doing what they’re doing and how much sway do you have over your genetic programming/fate?
Answers on a post-card to the usual address.
[ Today’s lyric: The Kids Aren’t Alright by The Offspring ]