So funny question, since almost every puzzle variant has a wpnz or toomp with them, do you have a wpnz and toomp as well? Or people that are similar to them.
"OF COURSE I DO!! MY BESTEST OF FRIENDS ARE RIGHT OVER HERE!"
"Aren't they gorgeous!"
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So funny question, since almost every puzzle variant has a wpnz or toomp with them, do you have a wpnz and toomp as well? Or people that are similar to them.
"OF COURSE I DO!! MY BESTEST OF FRIENDS ARE RIGHT OVER HERE!"
"Aren't they gorgeous!"
About that photo...
You know, when you’re out exploring, you meet people.
Today, after a bit of a snit over the horrid remarks made by the unqualified 45th President of the United States about pro athletes protesting racial injustice, I decided to get away from the Twitter and take a few photos.
Last weekend I traveled to Cleveland and spent a nice bit of time in abandonments that I’ve previously explored--even though that wasn’t the plan. But that’s what I did.
I met a family whose father chose to take his son (and daughter and son’s friend), on a scholastic photo assignment to some abandoned buildings. I talked to the father, and being the trooper he was, he explained how he wanted his son’s lesson on architecture to include some of the wonderful old industrial abandonments in Cleveland. Bravo, dad. I told him about some of the other places in Cleveland I had explored, and I helped them access part of one building they just couldn’t figure out. I can’t express how much satisfaction this gave me.
I decided to find a way onto the railroad tracks that abutted Westinghouse Electric, and on my way I stumbled upon a gentleman with a beer. I’m not generally much of a talker, but I said hello and we chatted about the property, the day, and the number of beer cans I noticed inside the buildings. He admitted many were his. He was a gentle, friendly man, and I appreciated his banter. I wondered about how much income he has, considering his race and the state of the economy in Cleveland. I wished him well.
After recognizing some graffiti in Cleveland that I swore I noticed in Erie, I went out today to search a partially-demolished abandonment.
When I approached from the railroad tracks, I immediately found the Phrite bird that I recognized in Cleveland, and as I drew my camera, I saw a young man approaching me from inside the building. I shot the photos, and said hello, and then two more youngsters appeared. Suddenly, it was as if I had my own family.
The oldest began asking questions and offering to show me around, and the younger girl was very curious about what I was doing and where I had been. They watched me take photos, the younger boy hovering over me and checking out the LCD image. He was eager to prove his manhood, too, suggesting he would be willing to jump out of a 2nd floor doorway to grab a dangling chain, and wanting to show me the porn graffiti that had been sprayed inside. I felt as though he was seriously neglected by a father figure. Although I knew most of the chatter was just braggadocio, I was still disturbed that I had to convince the boys that you couldn’t just jump out of a 2nd floor window and not be hurt. While we discussed this, I noticed neighbors looking up at us as we stood at open doorways. I was beginning to feel I needed to plan my exit, so after giving my thanks, saying goodbye, and suggesting they leave, I did.
As I left, I heard the oldest calling to me from the 4th floor, and he agreed to allow me a photo. I felt some serious guilt, that I needed to scoop them all up in my arms and take them...somewhere? This is exactly why I’m not parent material, and I fully recognize that, and now I feel as if I’m part of the problem.
Chronic neglect is associated with a wider range of damage than active abuse, but it receives less attention in policy and practice.
Harvard University Study
One thing you never see in the text books is the financial effects for the adult child of abuse. It seems no matter how hard you try to hold a job, it seems to go wrong. It seems you can’t do anything right.. just like abuser said..