i’m feeling all jittery from the starbucks. jitters make me contemplate and at the moment i’m thinking about how huge my forehead pimple is and if i should pop it. on a deeper note, i’m thinking about neglect…in a positive light. what thrives on neglect? cacti, mold, hair, dandelions, people trying to be independent? when a mom neglects, or less harshly, does not smother/micromanage her teen, they gain freedom and a sense of self. some might think the kid will grow up to have issues but dude…tough love. so, neglect could be a good thing (besides the mold). i’m not quite sure why i’m even thinking about this. it’s friday…i’m running on 4 hours of sleep…staring at the aged balsamic vinegar on my table tempted to take a shot…now i’m salivating…and using too many ellipses. don’t listen to me…have a great weekend.
side note…the look of neglect is pretty much embedded into dozer’s features. case in point, below. with those wrinkles and downward slanting eyebrows, it’s unavoidable. but i swear to you, i smother him with love and affection. maybe a little too much but i have the upper hand since he can’t express his annoyance.