Docile Domicile

So yet another chapter in the horrible story of my road to adulthood has come to pass.

I recently committed to the purchase of a home. Well, half a home actually… it’s a semi-detached dwelling.

I remember when saying that I had a “semi” meant something entirely different.

Nevertheless… a semi it is. I had looked into buying a detached home, but the city is expensive and besides… I think that there may be a profound sub-psychologically induced motive to why I bought a semi. You see… it means that I’m still not fully a grown up since I still don’t own a full house. It’s like I’m only really responsible for 3 walls. The fourth is a shared burden. There’s still that sense that I don’t really own the whole roof. “As long as you live under my roof….” Don’t you see? There’s still that feeling that I’m not fully accountable for my own roof yet.

And so progresses my resistance of maturity… one shingle at a time.



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Faugh!

OK. As bad as we may feel the hamster wheel can be, chances of GBH (Grievous Bodily Harm) are generally somewhat minimal.

My father, while visiting a factory, had his ankle run into with the rear wheel of a front-end loader. Nothing broken, but the abrasion is expected to take 2 to 3 months to heal. How is this possible?



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