Just a quick anecdote. My mother, oh, a week or two ago, went outside topless. At least i think it was topless, it was either that or in her bra, but i think she went out to retrieve her bra. So, in fact, she went onto the porch topless. i, of course, had not jumped to get her the garment quickly enough, so she had to get it herself. She then proceeded to put it on on the porch. We live in the middle of town. i was smiling, chasing after her laughing a bit, and standing on the porch with my arms out trying to block her from view. Bubs got angry. (or course, he's usually angry anymore.) He snapped at me for being amused, and, i think, commented that this was the sort of thing which would get me reported (again) to the office of the aging.
The reason why i'm not so upset about it, however, is simple: she's sick. It isn't her fault, really, that she went onto the porch topless. Anyone with an ounce of sense and understanding would not only see that, but acknowledge it and be sympathetic towards it. If someone is too close minded to be understanding that a mental illness could cause someone to briefly walk around half clothed, then that is their problem, and i'm only going to be concerned with them if they make my life uncomfortable by reporting it. At which point i will be angry, not concerned about their fragile sensibilities.
Lord, help me control my anger.
If anyone ever tries making a huge deal out of it, maybe i'll go out onto the porch topless too.
Hey, if you're going to offend the neighborhood, you may as well do it big.
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