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Parental what?

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What are your parents values? how do they differ from mine?

I think its safe to say, with my parents, that if you do the exact opposite of what they did then you will turn out ok. Evidence number one, “Mummy I have a headache”, “Swallow this” *hands Valium to a ten-year-old*. Evidence 2, All Catholics are evil and you must be better than them because they are sub-human scum and the pakis too.

They had a very unique parenting system. We moved to quite a remote farm and they were working a lot on the water farm. The staff became family and friends I think they taught me and my brother more about life than our parents. That said, we are alive, damaged, but alive so can’t fault them for that. Some of the stuff they pulled, said and done were incredible. They differ so much from my values in just about every way. Racism and evil Catholics are the big stand-out ones. The hatred that man had for religious folks was insane. I am in no way like this, nor are my children. Everyone is equal, everyone can be who or whatever they want to be. Be good to each other and karma is a very real thing.

QOTD

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Daily writing prompt
Are you holding a grudge? About?
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I like to think that I hold many grudges, against many people. However, I don’t. If someone has wronged me I will have a grudge but it will only last hours not days and weeks. Well. In theory. There was this gang in Spain doing the usual tourist traps. I was with my brother, he’s older, apparently, that makes you wiser. So tourist trap of guessing where the spot is. Idiot gives them money and shockingly he loses it. Makes me pull out my wallet. They grab the money from it. I had a grudge against them. Still do if I think about it. I was only young, like 14 or something. If they are on fire I wouldn’t put them out. Let’s put it that way.


Now, I’m sure I’ll have more grudges in my life and will be pleased to share them with you.

QOTD – Reeead all about it

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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
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We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.

If you get it you, get it.

The longest flight I’ve been on was a Heathrow to St Lucia. I being all of 14 dying for a nicotine hit in the humid, loud and generally uninviting plane cabin. My dad was friends with a factory owner there who wanted my dad to install and set up a water bottling company. He asked if we could tag along, me & my brother, for some culture lessons.

We hit the tarmac and in true style, the factory owner waved us past security control and bundled us into a black car and drove for what felt like hours. The cigarette cravings now pounding my head. We got to a bar. It was night. Mum and Dad went into the no-walled bar and ordered us all drinks. I walked a few feet and it was literally sea.

I looked up.

“Bro.. Look up”, I said. “Why?” he grumbled. “Just fucking look up”.

“Whoa”

If you live with light pollution at night you don’t see many stars. When you come to a poorer country and look up with no light pollution. IT BLOWS YOUR MIND. You could see everything. To a 14 year old that was a significant moment in my life. That there are stars up there. That we cannot be alone. So many stars. So not trying to quote 2001: Space Odyssey.

So after doing that for what seemed like hours. I scored some smokes. I was given some salt fish and a banana milkshake. I lay back on one of the deck chairs. I started to live.