It was way more earnest and imploring — and giving way more ‘please, dad’ (though I didn’t give him the satisfaction of calling him that, ew; I barely do that for the guys I let fuck me) — than I reckon Mark Cook was accustomed to from me, and fair enough.
I was kind of at my wits’ end. And to his credit, he immediately stopped berating me (which was, ultimately, what I was after, before discovering I was actually after an elusive, rare compliment from this dude who I’m so bizarrely-closely tied to) and gave a real answer, and since it was and remains (to my knowledge) the one time my dad ever sincerely said a nice thing about me with no qualifiers, or moral, puritanical, Aesop’s-Fables-style wrap-up lessons — like none of his usual, Bible-thumping, self-righteous, holier-than-thou bullshit — it hit pretty hard.
Clearly.
He gave me what I judge was an honest answer, and it rang true to me, and it, like… meant something to me, then and now.
He said, as closely as I can remember or approximate it:
“You cannot stand to see someone get bullied. You will stand up for someone getting bullied, almost no matter what…” [and here, I'd argue, he was very tempted to divert down some judgmental rabbit holes, but, his-made-up-God bless him, he stuck the landing], “…no, no matter what, and I think that’s brave of you, and I like that about you a lot, man.”
Oof, shit. I just wept now typing that out at a Panera Bread.
Real bummer for those poor kids, too (who shouldn’t be staring at weeping adults) (mind your paninis, children, and let the ginger tragedy sob and write in peace).
Link is in the bleet — go read it!!
I do a lot of my #writing at #PaneraBread, & bc #GonzoCriticism, or #GonzoStyle, involves authorial intrusion & self-involvement, you better believe that’s reflected in the final product!
Here, I weep openly at #Panera in front of stunned children 😭
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