I'm anxious that all the praise for the CEO shooter is revealing that "eat the rich" wasn't a euphemism for "tax the rich" but that people actually want the streets to run red with blood and cranberry sauce.
The joyful wonder and whimsey that lived in my soul and twinkle that shone through my eyes, or at least I think it was there. It's now just a faint memory of a memory, something that I yearn for but unsure if I ever even tasted it.
As a PNW beer snob, I used to make shandies out of the Ranier 30 racks that would be left at our house after a party. I didn't like the beer at the time and mixing it with lemon San Pellegrino made it delightful.
I now drink Ranier proudly when I can since I moved to Chicago. I love this city but I still bleed green, white, and blue.
Oh yea, you can cook it with any vegetable, fruit, or flower, milk, and rock salt to get a tough seafood stew. I those are pretty powerful, like your defense goes up for 5 minutes.
Alternatively mix it with monster parts and you get an elixir but what fun is that?
B) man that's rough. That "leaving the cave" moment is something I think (hope) most everyone has sometime in their 20s. It sucks because it hurts, it's ugly, and at the very least puts strain on our most important relationships. Sometimes it breaks the relationship and we need to find new ones but that is absolutely painful too.
I hope in your introspection you've seen the ways you've grown and recognize where the boundaries are to forgive yourself and others, and know what ties were better off cut.
I've been in similar situations and honestly it's made me more empathetic and patient for anyone I see who seems to be off the path of being empathetic and patient. I hope when you run into someone who is in your footsteps that you treat them how you wish you were treated. ❤️
I'm happy to clarify, what part do you find confusing?