My parrents treat me like a three year old and act like my younger sister is infinitely better than me in ways that I don't understand and results in punishment that I feel is unwarrented. Living in their house is like subjecting my self to slitting my wrrists without the blissfull release of an endpoint. My point of view may be skewed or not, but it hurts. that is all I can say for now.
When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man's convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man's brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle. ~Elizabeth West, Hovel in theHills
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