It was hard to decide on a title for this post. The choices are just too rich.
But before I tell you about the marijuana, I have a question:
Who are we, really?
I’m not asking what we’re like when we’re feeling composed and in charge and we can pretty much act any way we choose. I’m talking about the very core of us, the part that shows up …
…When we’re tired or grumpy.
…When we’re running late and we’ve been stuck in traffic for 45 minutes.
…When we’re already feeling frazzled and someone decides to get on our last nerve.
…When we’re utterly overwhelmed.
…When we’re in chaos or trouble.
…And maybe even when we’re really loopy because we recently had surgery and stopped eating, so doctors gave us pills to make us hungry and those pills happened to be munchie-inducing synthetic marijuana, and we accidentally got really high.
Who are we then?
You can probably guess why I’m asking. Yes, the marijuana thing just happened to my dad. Continue reading “An Update on My Dad (OR “Girls, Your Father is as High as a Kite”)”