I don’t love that J## can use a 4-part metaphor to give a full rundown and summary of his whole life.
“So there’s this car yeah, and i’m driving“
Ah shit, there’s ya problem
“And in the passenger seat there’s my emotions..”
“And behind them there’s the 10 year old..”
“And behind me there’s the baby.”
“Now, the 10 year old needs positiv-” Let me stop you there.
He’s also absolutely dead set on telling our Father about his badly calculated use of substances to combat his ADHD.
My Dad does not believe in ADHD. It holds no value even mentioning that myself, my two brothers and my Dad clearly have it. It just annoys him. J## won’t shut the fuck up about it so there’s friction.
I had one of those sleeps last night where I had to pull myself the fuck out of my dreams, like I was into dreams last night.