do it for that nice, fresh scent!
Got in a bit of a kerfuffle with the bonus father because I put my orange peels into the carbage disposal (which is totally fine, in fact it’s recommended by the website of the manufacturer to eliminate odors and the soft pourosness of the pith acts like a natural sponge to clean the mechanism of other things being ground up in it like meat grissle and skin – NO BONES EVER, EVEN THOUGH HE THROWS BONES IN THERE ALL THE TIME! He’s begging for salmonella) I expressed my stance and he didn’t care to see it so the third party (mom) came in and saw that I was in the right.
Just…yeah.
Then I walked on my treadmill to burn off some rage. It made me think of the time he got pissy with me out of nowhere and I ran off into whoop-whoop before getting tased in some random parking lot while I was having those freaky-ass-seizures. Like, dude…I know what I’m doing most of the time (unless I’m having creepy seizures, which I wasn’t today ’cause I’m always sort of stoned on that medicine that prevents them!) and this so happens to be something that is actually in the guidelines for the thing I was using, so…talk to the hand?
I don’t know what the kids say these days, I’m an old fart. Just…ugh. Sometimes it’s weird being genuinely intelligent but doubted out of nowhere. Like…I know I’m his stepson and therefore technically below him in terms of the rngs of the familial ladder, but don’t assume I’m being stupid just because you see a bright color in the sink and think, “Oh no! That’ll never go down! I must pull it out and shove it in my stepson’s face and tell him not to put this stuff in the drain before even trying to grind it up with the thing that’s designed to grind it up!”
Flick the switch, maybe push it down a little to make it grip into the machine a little, but it will process way less violently than bones.
I’ll just have to be vigilant from here on out and make sure to process whatever I throw down immediately, I guess.
Shunting emotions here has always been a brilliant way to do things. Thank you, OD.