I hate it when people send me messages asking if I'll friend them. I don't even add my friends as friends on here.
If we're friends, we talk, however infrequently. We connect. I don't need to add you to the Digital Database of Pals to validate that connection.
If I've never spoken a word to you, I'm not going to add you. It's as simple as that. Clicking on that little button does not make us buddies.
For some reason or another, I am an avid fan of Dear Abby and similar advice columns. I read them frequently, and there is typically an abundance of questions involving in-laws.
I was thinking about this the other day after reading about a particularly tense issue written in to Margot or Abby or Prudence ( I can't remember which), and I realized how lucky I am in regards to Daire's parents.
Daire and I live in their home while we both attend college. Crowley, our great dane, is also a resident. While some parents might resent their son, his girlfriend, and their giant dog living with them, Daire's parents have welcomed us with open arms, asking for little in return.
They have never once made me feel like anything less than family.
Daire's mom works near where I catch my train to college, and so she drives me into Dublin almost every morning. We chat along the way, and when we part ways, she always gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. On weekends, we'll often just sit and talk about philosophy or cooking or current events, and it's as natural as anything.
When my father and grandfather came to Ireland this past summer, it felt like a reunion more than a first-time meeting. My family and Daire's got drunk and jolly and danced to Irish pub music. There was a lot of talk about the future, and none of it involved an undertone of dread or doubt. My family was welcomed into the Lynch-family fold without any hesitation.
I'm just truly feeling fortunate after hearing so many nightmare stories of the conflict that arise between couples and their in-laws.
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People here throw the phrase around, "there is family your born with and family you choose". While in some instances this is the sad truth- I find in the "healthy dysfunction" they do both.
Goodness knows my mom and brother are as odd as I am- but we choose to be family, and not just we were born this way. That you are now surrounded by such awesomeness truly makes me happy for both of you.
A user ruined my perfect portfolio score by rating it a 1, just 'cuz. Went to her profile, and she doesn't even exist anymore.
Goddamn VR troll....
This day ten years ago, I was 13, and my dad was driving me to middle school with the radio on. I didn't exactly know what the World Trade Center was, but I understood that something dire had happened.
That weekend we went to the International Fountain in Seattle. It was filled with flowers and candles and handwritten notes. I felt something that I'd never felt before, a new kind of sadness; I grew up a fraction faster that night.
Rest in Peace to all the innocents who died that day, and all the innocents who have died since, as a result of that day.
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