“The good and the wise lead quiet lives.” – Euripides
Battle of the Genes
Yes, I realize this is one of the most cliche things to say, but I’m gonna say it anyway.
Being a parent is the hardest job in the world.
Well, okay maybe other than being in the military, albeit sometimes parenting can feel like you’re in the military.
I’ve only been in the game two years, so maybe I really haven’t earned my badge of putting-up-with-a-human-being-that doesn’t-appreciate-all-the-crap-you-do –for-them” badge. But once my kid can start talking back and slamming doors, I sure as shit will.
All that being said, growing up is a tough job, too. You’re learning new things every day and other kids can be total dicks, so it can be just as frustrating navigating life as a kid or teenager as it is for a parent.
As a parent, you do everything in your power to help your kid be happy and overcome obstacles, but that can be an uphill battle, particularly when they don’t seem to want your help.
And it’s not like if your kid is being an asshole to you, you can just block them on Facebook and not see them for a few weeks. You actually have to keep feeding and living with these unappreciative brats.
Here’s a helpful guide as to why your teenager may be shunning you and what you can do about it. (Spoiler alert: It doesn’t involve putting them up for adoption.)
I spent my Thanksgiving holiday running at 7 am. Why?
Well, it wasn’t for the usual reasons which is when I run into a bar or from the cops or sometimes, consequently, both.
No, my dumb ass decided to pay money to wake up at 5 in the morning, drive to a predetermined meeting spot surrounded by perky people dressed in pilgrim gear, and register for a 5K.
Yeah, I did that. On purpose. And regretted it immediately. Only, once I started running, did I find myself actually enjoying it, realizing I was doing something GOOD for my body and a charity for once in my selfish pea-brain world.
Crossing the finish line, I felt a rush – a sense of completion and accomplishment. Some would argue I felt the ever-coveted “runner’s high” that, by the way, is total bullshit and probably just makes you feel good cuz your face isn’t glued to a computer screen.
Wanna learn what the runner’s high ACTUALLY is… spoiler alert… is has nothing to do with endorphins. Read about it here.
First, it was man buns, then it was male rompers, now it’s this?
Tiz the season, we suppose…