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A serious answer: When I was 14, I stayed home from school because I was sick. I slept in, and woke up about 11 AM. I thought I was alone, but for some strange reason, my father was home, and he was on the phone. It was very obvious that he was talking to a woman, and that it wasn't my mother. A floorboard in the hall creaked as I walked to the bathroom, and I heard him whisper into the phone, "Oh my God I think there's someone here", and then I heard him hang up.
A minute later I went downstairs, and he had gone to work. He never mentioned the phone call, and neither did I, although a few times I almost told my mother.
Shit, iconomy. It's hard to know what is the right thing to do in a situation like that. I don't think I would have said anything, but it is the sort of thing that would prey on my mind somewhat, wondering what it was all about.
I have not respected my Father since I got to be old enough to know that Fathers are supposed to look after their family, not have an affair with their wife's best friend and run off with her when she gets pregnant.
The night of October, 30, 2000, I stayed up all night to play Everquest. I skipped work the next day to extend my play time through the day. At about dusk, when trick-or-treaters should begin their rounds, I heard a knock at my door. For whatever reason, the significance of the date had completely slipped my mind, so I answered the door with absolutely no expectations of who would be there.
Needless to say, when the door swung open and two young boys in costume stood there and said, "Trick or treat!", I felt a tremendous sense of guilt.
How did I explain it to them? I spoke in a mock accent, of indeterminate origin, and explained in the worst grammar I could muster that I was hired help. I can still picture the moment their little hearts broke, like when Lisa confronts Ralph about their relationship on the Simpsons. They stood there, shaking their bags in disbelief as I turned, slammed the door, and locked it.
I don't tell secrets, unless their my own, and I can't think of any right now. That's probably because I have such a seamless integration of what I want to hide about myself, and what I want to believe about myself.
a few weeks ago i had a dream about tracicle. she was wet and had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing only a towel. we were chatting, and i tried really hard to just keep the conversation casual (i.e., not sexy!) and stuff... because i knew exactly who "#2" works for. (i'm not a backdoor man!) yet, i still feel a little guilty. :/
yeah i don't think i'm going to surf teh flickr before bed anymore.
Wedge, I had a dream about you once in #mefi days of yore and in it your girlfriend was spitting mad about something. I was afraid of you for a good week, vaguely expecting to get kneecapped or something.
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