If that little dude is as stoked about Pikachu as my dude was about Ninja Turtles then I feel his frustration. My dude one time spent an entire 5-hour car ride talking about Master Splinter. If I could have left him on the side of the road in New Mexico without his mother killing me, I would have lol.
It can be annoying, but I listen to my kid ramble about Minecraft for hours, and honestly I remember when I was a kid, I was never that comfortable with my parents. I’d rather sit through it and him really enjoy the time than him not feel comfortable sharing it with me.
Notably, I really didn’t develop this opinion until my wife and I separated. Now I really just enjoy listening to him talk about whatever he wants. I just enjoy time with him.
In a way, doesn’t that prove your parents were right? Because they raised a boy, maybe even a man, who feels empathy for their own children’s emotional attachments?
No. My empathy development was independent. My parents made changes in how they were raised to raising me. They taught me about being in someone else’s shoes, recognizing how things I did impacted others, the difference between privilege and right. They also denonstrated that empathy came from a place of courage rather than fear, and I knew at a very young age that courage was very valuable.
This was entirely unrelated to empathy. It was based on anxiety I developed very young for reasons that are still undiscovered. Probably just that I was a sensitive kid, and didnt want my parents angry or annoyed with me.
OK, so why then shit all over your parents’ legacy like you’re a dung beetle on laxative? I guess I was right assuming you’re mentally merely a little boy.
If that little dude is as stoked about Pikachu as my dude was about Ninja Turtles then I feel his frustration. My dude one time spent an entire 5-hour car ride talking about Master Splinter. If I could have left him on the side of the road in New Mexico without his mother killing me, I would have lol.
It can be annoying, but I listen to my kid ramble about Minecraft for hours, and honestly I remember when I was a kid, I was never that comfortable with my parents. I’d rather sit through it and him really enjoy the time than him not feel comfortable sharing it with me.
Notably, I really didn’t develop this opinion until my wife and I separated. Now I really just enjoy listening to him talk about whatever he wants. I just enjoy time with him.
In a way, doesn’t that prove your parents were right? Because they raised a boy, maybe even a man, who feels empathy for their own children’s emotional attachments?
No. My empathy development was independent. My parents made changes in how they were raised to raising me. They taught me about being in someone else’s shoes, recognizing how things I did impacted others, the difference between privilege and right. They also denonstrated that empathy came from a place of courage rather than fear, and I knew at a very young age that courage was very valuable.
This was entirely unrelated to empathy. It was based on anxiety I developed very young for reasons that are still undiscovered. Probably just that I was a sensitive kid, and didnt want my parents angry or annoyed with me.
OK, so why then shit all over your parents’ legacy like you’re a dung beetle on laxative? I guess I was right assuming you’re mentally merely a little boy.
Woah, maybe read my comment again. Seem to be really upset that I disagreed with you.
It’s all just joking around, I can’t take internet discussions serious anymore.