I’d like to not even know about it.
But Wednesday is like having an uncle you looked up to when you were young. But now he comes back as a alcoholic who lost his apartment and is staying with your family and you’re both older now and both changed.
You can’t avoid him when you visit your family because he’s digging through the fridge in his stained tightly whities well your sitting there trying to have coffee at the kitchen. You’d like to ignore him and remember the fun uncle of your youth, but there he is constantly digging in his ass and sniffing his fingers in your presence. So you feel like you might need to say a little something about his change. Like what the fuck happened to uncle Mort? I used to love Uncle Mort.
Wednesday is scratching her balls in front of me all the time retelling stories differently than how I remembered them. It’s a lot for me to take in. I’d rather remember them when I liked them.
glitchdx@lemmy.world 2 days ago
look, I could do that, OR, hear me out, I could be mad on the Internet about shit that doesn’t actually matter. I know which one I’d pick.