The Love You Make

Wow. Frank took some time off from posting new secrets over the holidays. He finally posted today and there are a bunch of really good ones!

My “favourite” includes three Post Secrets.

Immediate reaction: chuckle.

Keep in mind though laughter is actually tied into shock, surprise.

My teenage son is a student driver and the last thing I need to read is, “I never turn my windshield wipers on…even when I should.”

It was the reasoning on this. He (this has be a guy) doesn’t want to look like a spazz with his wipers on high! If it’s raining hard enough that you need your wipers on high–other drivers are driving in the same really rainy situation and they are going think you are a spazz?

Nah. You must be worried about what your passengers are thinking. My bet is your passenger(s) wonder, “When the hell is this dude going to put his wipers on high? He’s going to get us killed!”

Next, from a totally different mind-set:

This sounds like something out of the 1950’s. A secret savings account?! Time to get modern. Just have your own account like I do! There is the household account from which he, who is the budget-person in the family takes what he needs to keep us humming along and there is “my” account that I decide what to do with and from which he can borrow if needed. He almost never borrows and I tend to buy things for everyone else but I am “selfish” enough to get the nice skin care products I want and to spring for expensive hair colouring. (Even though my friend the hairstylist does it for half price, when I fork over $70 for a hair appointment it feels expensive.)

Anyway. The woman here has a lot more going on than keeping a secret bank account and that is what makes it truly intriguing. My first husband completely controlled our finances and in doing so pretty much kept me hostage (I was really young and dumb and scared) . If the lady who wrote the Post Secret is secretly stashing money because she needs to keep it a secret, more power to her.

First, my apologies to this Post Secret writer. People can ask such stupid questions and I don’t blame you at all for wanting to punch them in the face. They should never assume that you are having fun in high school! There is so much freaking pressure on kids of high school age and that’s not even accounting for what may be going on at home.

This may be the worst year of your life (so far) but you have a lot ahead of you after graduation. Hopefully, down the road there’ll be some really great times in store. For the record, I hated nearly every minute of high school.

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The emotions expressed on Post Secret this week–after a week’s hiatus–are decidedly mixed. There are some pretty bitter ones though a handful of optimistic ones as well.
However, bitter probably did win out. But not for me. I went with positive for a simple reason. See below:

I can relate to it. When you lose someone you grieve. Sometimes you grieve for a very long time but you know you are taking small steps in the direction of feeling “OK” again when you can tell objectively that you feel a bit better each day.

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…happened to be the very first one:

Santa Suess (Click to enlarge)

Many more secrets are revealed at Post Secret each week.

I’m trying to picture this person spreading holiday cheer by not declining maxed-out credit cards for Christmas tress. Is he/she a corner-lot Christmas-tree seller? Perhaps this is a person who works for a mega store Christmas tree seller like Home Depot?

Would it make a difference if this person were self-employed and making the choice to give the tree away for free versus someone collecting minimum wage selling trees–not giving them away, really–but in essence, stealing from the company on behalf of the customer?

Does it really matter or does imparting the Christmas spirit make it OK?

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First, though I think it may be temporary, Frank at Post Secret has left up last week’s secrets in addition to adding new ones for this week.

I believe he’s done so because most of the secrets from last and this week have a reference of some kind to the holidays–or perhaps he just forgot to take them down. In case you haven’t seen last week’s make sure to hustle over there because as a rule, when the new ones go up, the old ones come down.

The one above is my favourite this week because I love mistletoe. My mom use to have my dad seek it out and we’d hang it in the kitchen entry area–so to get in the kitchen you had to walk under it (unless you wanted to walk around, through the living room and come in the other way to avoid it.

I just always thought it was a whimsical addition to all the tinsel and such as despite almost everything else “Christmas” in the house being fake, the mistletoe was real.

Sadly, I’ve been unable to continue the tradition of late because neither spouse nor I can find mistletoe anywhere!

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Mom spikes your coffee

This is amusing for about 3 seconds then I get to asking: Since Mom is using her prescribed medication in Dad’s coffee, what is she doing for medication? Unless she has two doctors she’s going to run out–and then what? And if she is obtaining mood altering drugs from at least two MD’s and she is not informing them of this there most certainly will come a time when this practice is exposed. She may bring more than just herself down when this happens.

I don’t care how big of an “asshole” Dad is, drugging him is not a good idea.

Mood altering drugs must be monitored by a physician every 90 days. Since Dad does not know that Mom is spiking his coffee with them, I sincerely doubt that he is getting medications management. This could be lethal to Dad. No exaggeration.

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I like this one because I care about someone who recently related to me how liberating it felt to disentangle herself from some of her deeply needy family members. She broke a pattern that had existed for years and though unlike the postcard author she did not cut them out completely, she feels that she has much better emotional boundaries now and is determined to keep things as they are now. Now that their drama no longer “consumes her,” she seems much happier.

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