Autumnal
Bruce Baugh, Writer of Fortune
I am not comfortable with people who feel martyred and imposed on for their gaming and other fsnnish tastes.
One of my good friends in elementary and junior high never wanted anyone to visit her home. This was unusual for her, and unusual for our social scene - we spanned a lot of socioeconomic brackets, but from rich to poor, we all liked being able to be the host from time to time. But know, people are people. We respected her wish and got on with life.
It wasn’t until high school, as they were moving to another district, that I learned what was up. Her mother had had acid thrown at her by Nicaraguan contras when my friend was young, and looked genuinely like a horror show. Her mom wanted neither to scare kids nor to have to hide herself away. So they didn’t host.
That family had reason to feel martyred and imposed on. Most of us, most of the time, are just whining.
One of my good friends in elementary and junior high never wanted anyone to visit her home. This was unusual for her, and unusual for our social scene - we spanned a lot of socioeconomic brackets, but from rich to poor, we all liked being able to be the host from time to time. But know, people are people. We respected her wish and got on with life.
It wasn’t until high school, as they were moving to another district, that I learned what was up. Her mother had had acid thrown at her by Nicaraguan contras when my friend was young, and looked genuinely like a horror show. Her mom wanted neither to scare kids nor to have to hide herself away. So they didn’t host.
That family had reason to feel martyred and imposed on. Most of us, most of the time, are just whining.