Today at your first dance class you’re going to be asked why you’re taking lessons. The others will say they’re learning for their wedding, or to meet single men, or to be more confident at parties. When it comes to you, tell the truth.
“I want to dance on my father’s grave,” tell them.
A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to be a guest on one of my favorite podcasts, Stop Podcasting Yourself. I told a quick story that illustrates just how ill-equipped I am as a father. Please enjoy. Yes, you are a better person than I am.
Listen to the whole episode, or subscribe to their show, here. They could use your support—Graham and Dave have precious little else of value in their lives.
A great story, but Scott’s storytelling is really what destroys me. In a good way.
The idea that a child could spend his adolescence raised by abusive stepparents and not have any friends or real emotional ties to anyone THEN become the most famous person in the world in a single instant and somehow still manage to be emotionally and socially well adjusted is the true magic of the Harry Potter universe.
Whenever somebody doesn’t text back right away, I always have to check to see if I was zoning out when I wrote it and accidentally wrote something inappropriate. For instance, instead of “We should go out to eat sometime” I worry that I may have written “Cunnilingus.”