Yeah but there’s..I dunno, a lil’ bit of a clock tickin’. I’m 26, y’know? Kinda nearin’ 30 and ya girl hasn’t done anything productive. Sometimes it’s aight, sometimes I don’t care, but other times I kinda do. I guess societal expectations grab me by the boob sometimes and that’s when it hits me. Call yourself an old man again and I’m gonna flick you in the nose. Uhhhh, food. How’s about italian?Â
PRIVATE: I…Jeez, I don’t..I mean, I don’t have a frame of reference for this..But I’m sorry it went down like that. In my real humble and also spectacularly correct opinion, you deserve a lot better than somebody who gives up when the other is strugglin’.Â
Depends what you consider productive. It doesn’t always have to mean a degree or a high-paying salary. To many, having a happy life is what they would consider productive. I’m a supporter of higher education, obviously given my job, but I also know it doesn’t fit for everyone. I’m sure you know all that. And if you get to complain about your age, then I get to complain about mine. Italian is great. I’ll make some baked ziti and eggplant parm.Â
PRIVATE: It’s all right, Malia. Like I said, it was for the best and it wasn’t.. she didn’t give up. It’s not like you think. And she deserved better than what I was for her.