Kate just gave me pancakes.
These are the little things that make up a life, these are what make me happy right now, these pancakes.
My favorite of all the fake Dads I've ever had was a huge pancakes fan, and a huge ice cream fan actually, it's why I was more inclined toward ice cream than cake yesterday when it was my birthday. I gave cake a fair shake I think, I think I've tried to glorify the cake in a lot of ways and treasure the friendship of those people I know who make cakes, and I don't just treasure their friendship because they make cakes, they are fine people, and the fine cakes are just an accident. It's just that yesterday though I could almost taste some hypothetical cake at one point riding a bike home after an evening of insomnia at the cafe, it was the ice cream that finally spoke to me when I got to the store, and the cake that fundie housemate Stephanie made rumors about never materialized, so now we have the truth of fundamentalist Christianity once and for all: it promises a birthday cake but does not deliver.
The random kindness of someone who has made me no promises is why I have pancakes right now, and wow are they good.
No one here knows my past history with pancakes, and I think I will not explain that.
Please don't make me get nostalgic now, that would be nice, thanks. A bad night at the pancake house is why a hundred problems showed up and never went away, sometimes I think that bad night at the pancake house feels guilty when really it is all my fault. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I was weak for obvious reasons, maybe I never would have gone there if I weren't so lost. It's another great memory to have when I consider drinking again, another great reason to stay away from alcohol as if I needed another reason. Long story.
It's just that it's Father's Day and I finally had a good thought about it after some fairly traumatizing memories of what people think fathers are supposed to be. It's hard to look at sometimes, some people have such great memories of their fathers, of being taken care of and protected, learning how to fish even and all those stereotypes. My father is a symptom of a very sick society, and as long as I stay away from him then it's mostly society who has to deal with him. More than a few times I've kept myself from going forward into success because I didn't want it to reflect well on his existence at all, he brags when my brothers do well, claiming some kind of credit when it became clear quite a while ago that it was every sibling for himself, there was no Dad in the ugly blob who went by that name, that was just a really difficult burden we all needed to get around somehow. People with damaged parents are sometimes considered damaged property themselves, sometimes that seems unfair but then having to explain the truth is kind of of awful sometimes. When I was living in a park last year my Dad was spending his money on whores, I actually met the whores, they dig through his folds of blubber to try and get at the money, I walked in on this once because that's how much discretion my Dad actually has with the crackheads around South Pearl. Hi ho! Yes I live here. Nice ho pants!
This is maybe part of why it seems so amazing when people have good relationships with their fathers, and why it seems so strange when people are depressed about something awful happening to their fathers, as far back as I can remember there was only me, and parents were only an inevtable burden if I ever got involved in family shit at all. What would happen if I ever had a family myself? What would happen if some future bride wanted to know my relatives? Some people think family is kind of important in making far-reaching decisions, what would somebody reasonably decide about me if I'm descended from the brain damaged and corrupt? The immature and the mean-spirited and the Republican assholes of the world? I already know the answer to this question it's just something for others to think about. What happens when partners get to that stage in their life planning is not good, at all. I'm too old to blame problems on my parents but it's stupid not to be realistic.
Thank you for the pancakes Victor, they were mighty fine. Thank you for the ice cream too. Sorry I pretended you were my dad all those years ago, I was just kind of stuck. You were cool. I hope everyone gets the Dad they want today.