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These are great.
I hadn't seen those particular SMBCs before, and I relate hard.
Reminds me of an observation I read, probably shared on Reddit:
That hit me in the feels dawg. I'd like to postpone that some more, but both my parents have slipped discs and are maybe two-thirds my size, so I suppose I can delay the pain by me bear-hugging them or picking them up instead. May we all live long enough that carrying our parents is a burden lightly borne, and not just because of osteoporosis.
One good thing about Indian culture is that we're far more open to being touchy-feely with your family, the way the average Westerner behaves with their parents once they're adults make me gawp at the apparent coldness. If some girl gets the ick because I still like to hug my mom, she can get the boot (not a claim that all Westerners are like this, but that would be such a weird fucking thing for an Indian to do).
I'm sorry your mother didn't live long enough to see a cure for her cancer. Or a cure for cancer. I don't think it's all that far off, even without AGI, but it is some reassurance to genuinely believe that many of the horrors of the universe will one day be a distant memory. First smallpox, soon to be polio, we'll kill them before they kill us.
When my son was younger he liked me to play this game with his stuffed animals with him. Once it hit me profoundly that one day it would be the last time we played it. For a little while I was really conscientious to play it with him, but you know, you forget.
Anyway, 2-3 years later he still asks me to play and the game has simply evolved with his age. My misjudgment on the fleeting finality of a part of our relationship helped take the edge of this sentiment overall.
It's still sad and life is short and you don't get the stages back and all that. But.. life's a series of concentric circles that slowly bend into and inside of and around one another more than it being a line with checkpoints.
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It helps me to remember that "picked you up" is most importantly a metaphor, spanning generations. My parents once told me they'd been planning to remortgage their house if I had needed help with college tuition; later I found they'd barely touched their retirement savings, so they'll be picking up their grandkids' tuition instead.
I still get to carry one kid, thanks to a gym with a rock climbing obstacle that he's strong enough to complete but not tall enough to reach without a boost. Still keeping my eyes open for other cheats like that...
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