You know very well what you did, Mr. Too Good to Leave Through the Window. There is fun and games and then there is work and I do not particularly enjoy being found out as having been dallying while on the clock. That behavior is crucial and valuable and I would much rather get away with it by supervising your climb down one measly trellis than have to explain us to the rest of the cat house.
Afraid of heights yet they call you ‘the Tall,’ how droll. I cannot fix your family, Maedhros, I can only tell you the best ways to waste our boss’s time. If you’re too scared I will scale the building next time, and show you how it is done.
They still call me that? Huh? I'd thought that nickname would have faded away by now. Yes, the next time you should just climb out the window yourself... or just follow my brothers example and push me out of it.
Ah. I'm afraid my family has quite ruined me for surprises, I'm always counting on the worst case scenario so that I might be pleasantly surprised when things don't go entirely to hell in a handbasket.
Pessimists, for all that they’re terrible at parties, do get the double satisfaction of being either pleasantly surprised with good news or proven right by bad. Still, though, there’s a certain physical pleasure to being pushed out a window. As long as you know how to fall.
Oh, I can fake a more pleasant disposiotion for any party I have to attend. But it is one of the perks of pessimism that you more often than not get more pleasant surprises than the optimists do. I wouldn't reckomend being pushed out a window, but there are worse things that can happen to a person.
I would recommend getting pushed out a window, but in very particular circumstances. Pushed out of a window into a lake on a hot summer day? Wonderful. Pushed out of a window onto a spiked fence? Much less wonderful.
Hmm. I can see your point, getting pushed into a lake from a window does sound far more pleasant than my own experience. I hope you don't have experience falling onto spiked fences, it sounds even worse than falling and breaking an arm.
After the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire I had a very nasty argument with a fellow who insisted I didn’t understand the plight of the workers so to prove him wrong I ran an experiment to see how bad it must’ve been. Turned out he was right, it was pretty bad.
Wise, I should take this advice but I don’t think I will. I enjoy arguing much too much for all that. There are people I still don’t talk to because our arguments went so well.
I have my moments of wisdom, but keeping out of arguments is sadly the extent of it I fear. Hang around long enough and you'll see what a walking disaster of a person I can be.
(Luka is possibly the worst parent one could have, though he’s oblivious to that fact…)
Perhaps it’s different for elves. It’s been such a long time, I simply can’t remember much family any more. Just a few more recent step-children, none terribly important.
[Worse than someone who accidentaly burned one of his sons to death because he was too busy spiting his half-brother to check if all his sons had gotten off the ships before burning them?]
Our memories aren't really made for forgetting things, which is why we can be so good at holding on to grudges for far longer than is perhaps reasonable. We tend to be fairly close to our families as well, despite what my own family drama might indicate.
(Y’wanna know what I might’ve miscalculated there. Luka’s certainly neglectful and austere with his step (always step, and reminds them) children. He’ll out right forget about them altogether, and the more influence he has in raising them the more selfish and austere they become. But… not burning ship bad…)
All families have their issues, I’m sure mine was no different. Be glad you can remember, for all that forgetting is freedom I do often wonder what those people must have been like.
[It is a pretty high standard of bad parenting to beat, honestly. Fëanor never does anything without going all out on it, not even bad parenting.]
Mine more than most, saying it is complicated is truly an understatement when it comes to my family dynamics. Can't say I'm to broken up about leaving all that drama behind, but I don't think I'd like to forget them entirely either. Not all of them, at least.
When I think very, very far back I sometimes see a woman I’m sure I know. Who she is I really can’t say. I think she must have been my mother, but it’s been so long that I see other people’s faces in place of hers. At this point I can’t tell which one is the right one. Sera, sera!
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Perhaps it’s different for elves. It’s been such a long time, I simply can’t remember much family any more. Just a few more recent step-children, none terribly important.
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Our memories aren't really made for forgetting things, which is why we can be so good at holding on to grudges for far longer than is perhaps reasonable. We tend to be fairly close to our families as well, despite what my own family drama might indicate.
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All families have their issues, I’m sure mine was no different. Be glad you can remember, for all that forgetting is freedom I do often wonder what those people must have been like.
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Mine more than most, saying it is complicated is truly an understatement when it comes to my family dynamics. Can't say I'm to broken up about leaving all that drama behind, but I don't think I'd like to forget them entirely either. Not all of them, at least.
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