I regret that I do not have themed links to give you. I feel a responsibility to keep you informed and I am now shirking that responsibility.
Childhood. Dang, childhood breaks my heart. I can't shut up and I keep giving advice to my child. She says she wants to be a surfer and hang out with surfer friends and I fret that she will smoke too much marijuana and disapprove. Like I am forgetting my child is not even in first grade.
Who cares what she says? NOW? She's not going to end up some surfer pothead necessarily just becaus she wants to be a surfer pothead now.
The whole reason for the surfer thing is that she saw this cartoon on cartoon network:
We were at a hotel. Her papa fell asleep on the bed. Not that, awake, we are so good at monitoring her TV consumption in hotels.
Seriously, I need to lighten up. Let her be a kid. I had similarly decadent ambitions in childhood. And look at me now!
I always told myself that I would not forget my kid is a kid and I forget. At least I empathize though.
You know who did not get empathy as a child? Edgar Allen Poe
Edgar Allen Poe had a seriously shitty childhood. Also, adulthood. Also, death. Also, love life. Yes, I know that he wrote some really great stories as a result. Maybe if he'd had a good childhood we could not have gotten those stories. But was it worth it? I think I'd rather have let Edgar Allen Poe be happy.
You know who else had a bad childhood? Franz Kafka, that's who!
Actually, I don't know anything about Franz Kafka's childhood. That's pure conjecture. But I'll bet I'm right.
Funky dance of The Metamorphosis:
I can't believe someone actually made a movie of "The Metamorphosis." I think it's like, political or something.