Aaaand...
Did not get paid yesterday. I am confused and concerned.
Ferret is sick. I am more concerned. I turned on the garage heater and I've got the afternoon free, but that's where my morning went, and why I was late to class. I'm kind of in knots, and I don't know why they're refusing their bowl food, and I'm hoping it's not insulinoma because I have no idea what I'd do.
Conversation with my 22 year old self:
Me: Hey.
22yo: Yo. (sullenly, not looking up from the computer screen)
Me: Hey, I know they're cute and everything, but getting ferrets is a bad idea in the long term.
22yo: (still sullenly staring at the computer screen) You're just trying to bring me down, man.
Me: No, seriously, they can get a bunch of diseases due to the limited American ferret gene pool, not to mention that they're just prime for a bunch of diseases anyway. They're really delicate. Get a dog.
22yo: (taking a drag off of a clove cigarette, still not looking up from the computer screen) Seriously. Fuck off.
See, it wouldn't do any good. It never has, especially the other conversations I've tried to have, like:
Me: Hey, quit smoking those clove cigarettes. You'll regret it when you're 26 and cringing at all of the stuff you did and didn't die.
22yo: (not looking up from the computer, lighting a fresh clove off of the old one) Fuck off.
And then:
Me: Hey, don't marry that guy.
22yo: (in the lull while the web pages load) Fuck off. He's the best I can do.
And also:
Me: Hey, get up and go for a walk every once in a while. It's going to hurt, but if you don't do it now, you'll be back in the wheelchair.
22yo: (in between burritos and clove cigarettes) Fuck off.
There's just no reasoning with Younger Me. I was really angry back then. And self destructive. But now I've got a sick ferret and I'm not sure what to do, even after all of the research.
More later.
Ferret is sick. I am more concerned. I turned on the garage heater and I've got the afternoon free, but that's where my morning went, and why I was late to class. I'm kind of in knots, and I don't know why they're refusing their bowl food, and I'm hoping it's not insulinoma because I have no idea what I'd do.
Conversation with my 22 year old self:
Me: Hey.
22yo: Yo. (sullenly, not looking up from the computer screen)
Me: Hey, I know they're cute and everything, but getting ferrets is a bad idea in the long term.
22yo: (still sullenly staring at the computer screen) You're just trying to bring me down, man.
Me: No, seriously, they can get a bunch of diseases due to the limited American ferret gene pool, not to mention that they're just prime for a bunch of diseases anyway. They're really delicate. Get a dog.
22yo: (taking a drag off of a clove cigarette, still not looking up from the computer screen) Seriously. Fuck off.
See, it wouldn't do any good. It never has, especially the other conversations I've tried to have, like:
Me: Hey, quit smoking those clove cigarettes. You'll regret it when you're 26 and cringing at all of the stuff you did and didn't die.
22yo: (not looking up from the computer, lighting a fresh clove off of the old one) Fuck off.
And then:
Me: Hey, don't marry that guy.
22yo: (in the lull while the web pages load) Fuck off. He's the best I can do.
And also:
Me: Hey, get up and go for a walk every once in a while. It's going to hurt, but if you don't do it now, you'll be back in the wheelchair.
22yo: (in between burritos and clove cigarettes) Fuck off.
There's just no reasoning with Younger Me. I was really angry back then. And self destructive. But now I've got a sick ferret and I'm not sure what to do, even after all of the research.
More later.