so when did i start caring? when did i, an irresponsible take-life-as-it comes hedonist, actually get worked up over something i couldn’t control? maybe it was when i first quit work and stayed home with my infant daughter. maybe it was when i realized that this precocious little human and i had a vulcan like mind-meld — that we could read each others thoughts. maybe it was when i realized what potential she has…or how beautiful she is…
honestly it was probably when the boob fairy showed up at my house last year and in short order my daughter had breasts, a cell phone, eye make-up, and was texting the growing stream of boy-traffic that digitally transgresses on the pure innocence of my first born.
or maybe it was a week ago when i was at dinner with my wife when she told me that some boy named drew was teasingly upset with my daughters new perfume choice because she had ‘lost her smell’
not a lot gets me instantly pissed but that really took me by surprise. after complaining to a buddy of mine, who was trying to insinuate that my daughter might actually be hot, i decided to rant here in the hopes that i would find a sympathetic ear.
but i don’t really expect to. i don’t really expect to have sympathy from a bunch of irresponsible hormone-driven idiots. why? because i understand that mindset oh toooo well.
and therein lies my problem….
as my regular beer drinking buddy bill says…(he has two boys) ‘dude… i only have to worry about two dicks in town. you have to worry about ALL of them.”
yes i do. and how.by