My pants are fancy
the older I get the more little things I remember about my parents being relatively broke when I was younger and doing things like buying postcards at the museum and matting them into an interesting composition on the wall when they couldn’t afford art, or using those cans of orange juice from concentrate. And I have to wonder at the elemental unfairness of raising a child into near adulthood and getting them used to the things you didn’t have, so they can turn around and think they are way too good to do these things that allowed them to go to college and get these retarded ideas in the first place.
