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stressed for motivation and achievement2003-08-15
Michael, and the taking thereof
Richard Herring got unwittingly deep and quite touching in this Wednesday’s post. Referring to himself and his family as idiots, he observed:
The other people you meet can mask their real idiocy and idiosyncrasy because you only interact with them for a few hours a day, but your family (and you yourself) don’t have that luxury. We see each other at our eccentric best and our annoying worst.
Which means you’re allowed to be incredibly rude to each other.
Is that what love boils down to?
That really rang true with me. I take the piss out of my family incessantly, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love them. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m sure you take the piss too. Hopefully not out of my family, mind — that would just be rude.
So, to anyone who knows me, bear this in mind: if I can’t take the piss out of you, we’ll never truly be close. But then, you’ve probably already realised that. ;)
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