Sober kids are the good kids,
Sheltered, kicking back
With their minds
Powered by PlayStation
And Quenched on Pepsi.

While they never engaged
In any kind of fist fight,
Despite mimicking
mortal kombat moves
Infront of the mirror–
But they will rip apart
Any facebook thread
Made by Becky’s soccer mom
(Followed because she’s actually kind of hot)
Over her mulish support
And patriotism she suddenly acquired
Upon the inauguration of our president.

Those are the kids
Making sex jokes
As they fap to anime chicks
And getting lit,
While the only thing
They have ever used a lighter for
Was to light their own birthday cake–
Oh, they also managed
To burn their thumb.

Sheltered kids, quiet as they are
Can be quite fun too,
Just give them a chance
To be normal too.

—  Sheltered kids

I armed my twin daughters with shotguns, gave them some ammo and armor and sent them out in the wasteland to scavenge while me and the wife stayed in the shelter sleeping and taking showers… When they got back they had killed 9 people, subdued 5 other people and had a full inventory full of materials, food, water, ammo and fuel… Their stress bar didn’t move an inch…

I now fear my own children over the apocalyptic wasteland.


3 hours on Sheltered

anonymous asked:

My bf is 7 years older than me. I know I might sound mean. But he asks as if he's been sheltered his whole life from family. It makes things difficult sometimes. Like I was making nachos with just cheese and he thought that was the coolest idea. Or I was telling him I had to do some laundry. He was like how do you do that. Sometimes it worries me that he doesn't know how to do anything. Cook,clean,clean clothes etc. Do I sound pathetic to think like that?

No, I don’t think it’s pathetic to be worried about a grown man who doesn’t know how to look after himself at all. It’s not mean to be concerned. Assuming you’re old enough for him to not be a paedophile, he’s at least in his twenties, and even if he doesn’t know how to do certain things yet, he should at least be open to learning. 

If he’s asking you how to do laundry, that’s a good thing, because that means he is interested in learning to take care of himself! So if you can, show him. If he thinks it’s amazing that you know how to cook something, offer to teach him to cook it himself. Don’t fall into a pattern of doing everything for him like his mother probably did for him. Encourage him to become more independent.

Hopefully, he’s eager to learn, and he’ll be able to become a more self-sufficient person with your support. But if he’s showing no real interest in wanting to be able to do his own chores ever, then that’s a bigger problem. You can’t force him to be independent - you can only choose whether you’re happy being with someone who can’t look after themselves, or not.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.
—  Anais Nin

Ive never gone Trick or treat.
i’ve never put on a costume to pretend to be some fantasy charachter
I’ve never been a witch, or a superhero… or a pumkin. 
I never had craved a face in a pumpkin.
I’ve never had candy delivered to little children knocking at my door.
I’ve never complimented a costume of a kid.
I’ve never recived any candy on this particular day.
I’ve never had my house decored with halloween stuff.
I’ve never gone to a school event themed halloween.
I’ve never had face paint in my face.

Instead.. this day we would go to bed early. We would shut lock the house, turn the lights off, hide in our rooms and pretend we were tired. No one wanted to be up and hearing kids asking for candy at our door when we didnt have any candy and even if we did have some candy we wouldnt be able to give them any, it was an evil holiday and we were not to take part of it.

I remember reading from an old volume of awake magazines this article about halloween origins for a few years in a row in the exact date.. I didn’t know then but i think i used to do it to make sure i was not missing out, to make sure i was right, they were wrong. to prove myself i had the truth.

what a fool.
but at the same time.. there i was… looking and searching for the truth.

I think it was Awake October 22, 1979 article:  La pareja dispareja… la víspera y el día de Todos los Santos…. in spanish…there is an english version of course i just dont know what the headline is.  sowrry.

The article is about the origins. sure it’s got sketchy origins.. but we are not celebrating that in halloween.. are we? is nothing but a tradition, an opportunity to be fearless and afraid at the same time, one night. you are not worshiping the devil, you are just asking for candy. It’s taking me a lot to understand why are the origins of a holiday so important to decided whether or not to celebrate a holiday.. however, if origins are so important they might want to consider the real origin of life instead of their fantasy story of adam and eve and the talking snake.

My first craved pumpkin will be named jacinto. in honor to my stuffed girrafe.