Things I Shouldn't Think About After Working A Twelve-Hour Shift

So.

I'm trawling the internet, because apparently I have so little to do with my life that I can spend hours watching videos that cause my brain to blister, and I find this particular scene.

There's this kid, right? And, well, he seems to be upset about something, so he goes online and he posts a video of himself ranting about whatever it is that's bothering him, because I guess that's what kids do these days instead of sitting behind the 7-11 huffing spray-paint out of a paper bag, or sneaking into your neighbour's garage to steal the porn collection he keeps hidden from his wife, or stealing a smaller kid's bike and riding it into the reservoir and then blaming it on the home-schooled kids down the street (not that I'm speaking from experience in any of these instances so shut up). Go watch it, it's, um, well, it's something.

See what I mean? It's kinda funny, it's kinda pathetic, but mostly it's kinda just, y'know, there.

The thing that strikes me, though, isn't the fact that there's yet another person desperately wanting to roll around in a furpile pretending he had six tits and a tail or whatever; that's nothing new, sadly. What struck me was the image of this kid's father sitting in the recliner behind our sad little protagonist, not really paying attention to the kid's rant, just sitting and petting the cat and maybe thinking about having a beer. If you didn't notice, go back and watch.

See, I feel for this guy, because he's got this kid, and I'm gonna project some of my own feelings onto this guy now, so bear with me: he obviously loves his kid, but right now he's at a loss, because he raised this kid thinking that he'd probably have to watch the kid go through the same things he went through when he was a kid, and he'll have to have talks with his son about alcohol, and drugs, and sex, and a thousand other topics that every parent is scared shitless to discuss with their children, but he's willing to do it because he loves his kid and he wants his kid to be happy.

Never once, though, did he ever imagine having to deal with the fact that his child wanted to dress up in an animal costume and have weird fetish sex with other kids in animal costumes. I guarantee you, that thought NEVER crossed his mind. So here he is, listening to his son come out of the furry closet, and he wonders to himself, when did my life go from OKAY to WHAT. THE. FUCK.

And: did I somehow cause this to happen?

So I'm gonna crack open a beer and have a drink in honour of this poor man, and when Hazel comes asking me about boys, or girls, or any of the Big Important Topics, I'm just gonna tell her to go ask her mother.

I have to go lie down now. My future is scary.