writing again

1. Goldilocks What a rude bitch she is! Breaking into their house, going through their stuff, kipping in their bed, scranning their porridge. I would not trust her at all; she's an absolute thief. If she's doing that to the Three Bears who could absolutely maul her - three intelligent bears, by the way, they can make their own porridge - then what would she do to me? I'm not having her letting herself into my house and helping herself to the contents of my fridge.

2. Kermit the Frog He's too famous, it would annoy me. You couldn't go anywhere without people stopping him for a picture when you're just going for a quiet pint down the pub, asking him where Miss Piggy is. That's another reason: Miss Piggy would be hanging out with him all the time, and she's a nightmare, isn't she? Never shuts up, absolute diva.

3. Yoda Could you be bothered with him speaking in those backward sentences all the time? "Should we get a takeaway tonight, Yoda?" "A Chinese, I think we should get." Ah, I'd get fed up of it so quickly.

Here's the thing, my knowledge of muppets knows that Kermit and Piggy are currently not together.

Next , I could handle Yoda because he just speaks in Genetive case, which is a tense in German I learned years ago.

If I a 30 something year old woman don't know you, please do not pat my shoulder and call me "hon".

Better tip.

I now work in education. COVID was the end of my retail times and I'm very okay with that .

Now I work with children with disabilities and my work life has a reward of leaving my work at work.

Stops previous medication for new medication.

Accidentally came up with a Power Rangers pitch with writing after dreaming about it.

WHELP

This poor character. I'm rewatching the whole series, and I get to an episode where 5 characters are in a version of detention regarding work behavior. Fast forward halfway through the episode, and they are talking about losing their virginities.

Pan to Carter, gif above. And he admits to losing his virginity at 11 by a 25 year old maid. Versus anyone freaking out that he was raped let alone over powered, he instead "wins" losing his virginity the earliest. Like what in the actual fuck.

They are all doctors in the room, and had it been reversed for one of the two female girls - it would have been a reverse conversation.

This character you only get snippets of his life through the series of what his backstory is. And damn, the show would have been better if it was made 12 years later but then I never know for sure.

Glee had something similar years later and pretty much took the same approach.

One gets praise, the admiration. The first tests of the trials of parenthood - the cries, the long nights, the real time put in. The focus on first moments and the results of having time. They get to see their parents young, lively and hopeful for new moments.

The second, gets the hand me downs, no first choice in anything they do, the follow the leader of the first sibling and what they have to live up to. They get the results of being a shadow.

The third comes along, the praise for a new gender. They get treated separately for having interests pushed on them. The second stays cast with hand me downs and less choices as they are no longer the youngest. The third is the baby until they are pushed forward and must live up to the hype of the ones before them.

The fourth and last comes. The one to be able to obtain perfection from the mistakes of the ones before them. They get the last of old things but everything new that wasn't 10, 15 years before. They see their parents as older, but more gentle and more wise. They get to learn from them but the parents believe in knowing everything now. Determining now that sheltered and no consequences leads to a better childhood.

Yet, with the darkest shadow, different than the others, less of a new moment with their parents - the second are the ones to care the most.

The one that put in time, effort and specifics into their mothers wake. The one that took the long months to plan - invitations, decorations, food for all the others. They sit there watching others have a good time while they haven't had a thought or moment to grieve. And less of good moments to grieve the mother in the first place. The one with the hardest outlook on life because they got to raise the younger ones after them. The one that watched the others while the first got to have experiences of a time of a teen. The last one who got everything they asked for, and the first boy who got experiences with a father the second always strived for.

It took 4 months to plan my mothers wake. Invitations to 30 people, help with their travel plans, a headcount for food and anything dietary that concerned them. Bought the urn by myself, picked colors and schemes for the wake, made sure of music and decor everywhere as she wanted everything colorful.

And here I am, 4 months later. Just defining what it's like to lose somebody that I struggled connecting with my entire life. Living with the other person I so directly wanted a connection with. And yet, I am still the next notch down on the post. I am the last to know something, the first they ask to cook and the last one some one thinks of giving a break to.

She told me to take care of them, because I was the one that could. But I don't know if I have much strength or will left to do it.