Afternoon delight. (at Bluth’s Frozen Banana Stand)
Growing up and being a better person seems entirely bound to sacrifice. I think that’s why some people are worse than others. And why some people are worse parents than others. Life kind of grooms you toward that idea. For about 17-25 years (more or less) you’re typically taken care of. Then if you get into a committed relationship and/or have kids, it’s like a switch goes off and you basically switch roles for the remainder of your life.
If you can’t at least slightly put others’ needs before yours on occasion then it’s difficult to gain someone’s trust, affection or respect.
I’ve been learning this more and more. Even when I have to do so angrily, argue about it (internally and externally), or with ease. It’s just necessary.
I just watched “Little Miss Sunshine” for the first time.
I get it. I get every it that people were talking about. Great film.