Tag: love
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don’t send tuna
Today is my mom’s birthday. She’s been gone a few years, maybe 6 or so, but I still like to think about her on her birthday. I still go to the cemetery, stone her and my dad and then send pics. (See “Everybody must get stoned” for context.) It a Jewish tradition thing. https://growuptobesocio.com/2025/06/15/everyone-must-get-stoned/ I…
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dead to me box
I have a box. Not in the physical sense but in the emotional sense. I keep all my emotional baggage in it. If it was a real box, it might be giant-sized. It might take up a whole room or a whole house. But because, in true socio fashion, I prefer to hide my emotions,…
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fast, furious and a little pink vomit
There’s a saying, the more things change, the more they stay the same. This can apply to sooooo many things. Today I want to talk about kid’s play places, (and vomit) I had the pleasure (really displeasure) of being at an indoor play place with my grandson last week. While I love watching him play,…
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lost and found
I’m trying to stay on a positive note these days, but I started thinking about feeling lost. The world is big and time moves on whether we like it or not. Just like you can’t stop the rain, you can’t stop time. What if you were lost and couldn’t find yourself? Where do you look…
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the no fathers club
I belong to a club against my will. It’s called the No Fathers Club. To be a member you can’t be a father and you can’t have a father. Yes, I know that technically everyone has a father, you can’t be a born without having a father, but in my case, and for many others,…
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love me or hate me
I am the kind of person that you either love or hate. There is no in-between. I am like liver and onions, I hate it, but my dad used to love it. One time, when I was a little socio, my parents made me eat a piece of liver. I couldn’t leave the table until…
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i yam who i yam
Let’s start with a spoiler alert, this is not about those “starchy edible tubers” that are kind of like a sweet potato, but not really. I will be talking about food, but again not the focus. Today is more about me just being me in an unapologetic socio kind of way. And of course, encouraging…
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tummy full of cheese
In my socio mind, I don’t have a lot of happy places. I really don’t have a lot of happy in general. I am ok with that, really I am. Sometimes a person’s “happy place” is not being happy at all. Ironic but kind of funny. Sometimes your happy place is a generic place, like…
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evil don’t die quick
Although most people are familiar with the phrase, “only the good die young”, I want to talk about the flipside, more socio version of that phrase, “evil don’t die quick”. The phrase came to me a few years ago, from one of my kids. We had a situation, funny, no not really funny, but it…
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