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Socks Don't Matter
11 years ago
God I love getting to reference Farscape.
Today I was doing my laundry and my mother agreed to fold it if I agreed to wash my brother's stuff. Never mind he's in his 20s and can't do his own laundry. I didn't want too but I agreed, alright fine. After a few loads, my mother accidentally delivered my socks to my dad, realized what she had done and delivered what she thought were the right socks to me. No big deal right?
Wrong!
My 56 year old father proceeds to pitch a hissy fit over how my mother doesn't pay attention, over how I have fat ankles and how he has to go out and buy new socks because they got mixed up and he can't live in a world where his socks are mixed with mine.
Did I mention he's 56?
One of the things I've constantly heard criticized about the furry fandom, aside from us being all perverts, is we're all immature freaks who can't live in the real world. And then I come home to this. Do you know what it's like to be the mature stable one at 24 years old? People wonder why I need a release when this is my home life.
I did learn something over this minor incident that became a major fight. I posted a story today and when the first review I got was negative I proceeded to freak out because I was convinced it was crap. Why on Earth was I worrying about this?
While exploring my new faith, I've been reading stories of saints through out history. One that keeps sticking with me is St. Dymphna who had a difficult life. Specifically, she was an Irish Christian with a pagan father who wanted to force her into an incestuous relationship, force her to violate her vow of chastity and ended up killing her and a priest when she refused.
I'm freaking out about a review, my dad is freaking out about socks and their are people who kept things in perspective while their own father's tried to marry them. Life is a matter of perspective and in my perspective some things are worth getting upset over.
Bad reviews and socks are not worth it.
Today I was doing my laundry and my mother agreed to fold it if I agreed to wash my brother's stuff. Never mind he's in his 20s and can't do his own laundry. I didn't want too but I agreed, alright fine. After a few loads, my mother accidentally delivered my socks to my dad, realized what she had done and delivered what she thought were the right socks to me. No big deal right?
Wrong!
My 56 year old father proceeds to pitch a hissy fit over how my mother doesn't pay attention, over how I have fat ankles and how he has to go out and buy new socks because they got mixed up and he can't live in a world where his socks are mixed with mine.
Did I mention he's 56?
One of the things I've constantly heard criticized about the furry fandom, aside from us being all perverts, is we're all immature freaks who can't live in the real world. And then I come home to this. Do you know what it's like to be the mature stable one at 24 years old? People wonder why I need a release when this is my home life.
I did learn something over this minor incident that became a major fight. I posted a story today and when the first review I got was negative I proceeded to freak out because I was convinced it was crap. Why on Earth was I worrying about this?
While exploring my new faith, I've been reading stories of saints through out history. One that keeps sticking with me is St. Dymphna who had a difficult life. Specifically, she was an Irish Christian with a pagan father who wanted to force her into an incestuous relationship, force her to violate her vow of chastity and ended up killing her and a priest when she refused.
I'm freaking out about a review, my dad is freaking out about socks and their are people who kept things in perspective while their own father's tried to marry them. Life is a matter of perspective and in my perspective some things are worth getting upset over.
Bad reviews and socks are not worth it.
Salvestro
~salvestro
I wish I had a good book of saint lives. Then again, even if I had it I probably wouldn't read it. I'm a bad reader.
cracked58
~cracked58
OP
I used a great book called Wikipedia as a starting point. I actually was googling if their was a saint of sleep and...found my answer
grrside
~grrside
I'm very sorry you got freaked out about my review. Your story wasn't "crap" but it's true that some of the points it tried to make made me mad. I recently got rejected by someone I loved, a certain disability makes me difficult to study or find a job, my "friends" got pissed at me because they are sick of hear me complain about my life. My only release in life is to write transformation fiction, so when I read your story about how TF writers just can't get on with their lifes and should get a job and a girlfriend it made me feel like shit. I cancelled my request because I don't want my story to be written in such a sarcastic tone. I hope you understand.
cracked58
~cracked58
OP
I understand. I hope you understand the main character was based on me, as I was. The point I was making was that with people like this IE me, the only thing holding them back is a bad attitude. You are not me, you have extenuating circumstances.
