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The memory about your friend's mum telling you off...

2007-02-05T14:49:18.943+11:00

The memory about your friend's mum telling you off and then telling you to stand up for yourself reminds me of the You Am I lyrics for 'Please Don't Ask Me To Smile':
"When I was in grade six
I used to hold open a door for a girl and she called me a wimp.
Said there's just no need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her, I think she was right."

Great writing yet again Dan, you always inspire me with your raw honesty.

Yes... those who knew me at the time, and who read...

2007-02-05T10:50:58.958+11:00

Yes... those who knew me at the time, and who read this now (I can only think of three people who definately fit both criteria but you never know where readers come from), probably thought the same as Calla.

These things are the worst kept secrets.

:) I wondered if it was that, and I wondered if y...

2007-02-05T02:07:08.612+11:00

:)

I wondered if it was that, and I wondered if you knew, and then I wondered if it mattered.

And geez! I bloody remember the carpet thing too! PMSL!

This is a great post! Birthdays do the same refle...

2007-02-05T00:38:51.043+11:00

This is a great post! Birthdays do the same reflective thing for me...but I have had many more than you :D

I really liked the last point about the impact of nephews/nieces. With 10 of them, i was able to deal with my angst, by realising that the world was bigger, with more important things to worry about, than what I did with my willy

Cheers, Paul