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Hmmm. No. I think boundaries are important.

I think the correct answer is you don’t look through unless you are invited. And no badgering. Or guilt. And no shirtless photos.

my kids so much more ripped than me it’d just be embarrassing anyway.

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Good point. Kind of. But what if he mistakenly believes he has more privacy than he has. Isn’t it more like a diary then?

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How is it different from reading a diary he leaves on the couch? Wouldn’t that be wrong?

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Dupe.

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Not worried about anything.

Kid is over 18.

Just curious.

Wrong?

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Wait. Does that mean it’s OK or not?

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If it feels wrong does that mean it is wrong?

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I don’t see why a mere diaper should interrupt my legal career.

In terms of skills though, layering has a useless feel during regime change by I ts very nature.

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May I rejoice at what appears to have been a good year?

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May I rejoice at what appears to have been a good year?

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I’m reading a book (out loud with my wife at bedtime) called the watchmakers daughter. It’s a truly laugh out loud comical memoir about growing up with 2 holocaust survivor parents.
The dad was a watchmaker who survived the death camps repairing Nazi watches while other Jewish lawyers and doctors were gassed.

Good point there; true unique skills can carry you a long way. I think I should learn something. BButwhat?

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Even at the end she’s taking them out to taco bell cause she can’t afford islands. Why not spaghetti?

It’s difficult for me not to impose my own sense of how I’d react. Maybe this is the ultimate endgame of “shop till you drop”

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i finished the video. it made me so sad … it just has the feeling of fakeness. perhaps that feeling of inauthenticity is what compelled him to buy genuine boulders for his pool. there was just too much pretend. i don’t know what the answer is. it just fills me with a sense of despair.

perhaps all relationships are to some degree like this. we only love other people for how they make us feel, for what they can do for us. Perhaps love has no independent basis, nothing other than the meals we share, the physicality of what we do for one another. my kid was saying thatpa, I love you because you are good to me. on the one hand, it is true, and perhaps inevitable, thatwe love others for impure worldly reasons. But we like to beleive that there is something more, something deeper, or more spiritual, something more “real”.

i don’t know if there is anything more real. but it seems like there’s got to be a more real commitment, more real appreciation for others. More profound in terms of what it means to the individual. this just seems like, fuck, if the good times contoinued to roll, there wouldve been no problem, they wouldve partied on, and there would be no issue. that’s depressing in itself. it’s all about money…

maybe all marriage is is a financial arragngement for the production and support of offspring. and everything else is the story we tell to keep it all together…

we can call this philosophy, “Sadowskiism.” or “brutal realism” if you’re so inclined.

does it really make sense from a survival viewpt for mrs sadowski to stand by her man? his prospects are not good. she’s a bit over the hill but might be able to land an older fellow with some assets. if this were the animal kingdom, i’d say she’d best be served by looking for another provider and protector…

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The real mistake was the bike not the money

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[quote=harvey]This story is a nice treat for the piggs.

We do love our real estate schadenfreude, and its a bit scarce these days.[/quote]

Agreed. Now I feel ashamed.

There should be another word for it though for the case where one party thinks they will receive sympathy bUT instead receive derision.

If there already is a word let me know

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