A. Nonymous
Nov 1 · 1 min read

OMFG.

When I was in middle and high school in the early to mid-80’s, I was in all advanced classes and the homework was MISERABLE. I basically did nothing but go to school, do chores, and do homework. Life was pure drudgery, and then college was worse, and then vet school was worse. It just felt like life was supposed to be nothing but chores, and between that and elder care, that’s the way it’s been.

It wasn’t necessary, because out of all those algebra problems, trig problems, and calculus problems I did over and over and over and over and over and over and OVER, I use

PRECISELY NONE OF IT.

What was the goddamned point, other than to make absolutely sure my life contained no happiness or fun whatsoever? Seems like that’s what we believe, in this country, about life: that we’re all basically sinners and bad people, and unless we’re “good” enough to make a few million dollars, we’re supposed to pay for that in a life of ceaseless, grinding labor.

Did we ever get off Plymouth Rock??

A. Nonymous

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Award-winning late husband’s last book out now https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07RGNXN6Y?pf_rd_p=183f5289-9dc0-416f-942e-e8f213ef368b&pf_rd_r=WJF8MHBCF5A3K0E

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