So said Socrates about the kids on his lawn before he hitched his pants up to his armpits and went off to the 4:30 pm early bird dinner special at the supper club.“The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”
― Socrates
Never discount the value of self-martyrdom.Climb down off that cross, buddy. Nobody's martyring you.
It's a good word. I remember playing a character whose nickname/alias was Johnny Marrakesh in a "Hippy Cthulhu" campaign set in the late 1960s. He was a shady gangster/smuggler/thug who originally came from Maghreb and got tangled up in Mythos stuff while smuggling artifacts into the US. Died horribly stopping the King In Yellow's cult from ruining Woodstock, as you do. His most treasured possession was Mick Jagger's autograph, which he'd gotten during Jagger's trip to Marrakesh.That's one of those words I find fun to say to the point where I use it as the name for a trading company in my Crystal shore setting
Not a middle child, but a twin -- being ignored was never an issue, but being treated like an interchangeable part could be. I suppose sometimes you really only need one of something, and it doesn't matter which if you've got a matched pair?Meh. I'm a middle child, I'm comfortable with being ignored.
Some of y'all are getting really worked up over it, though.
That particular brand of self-martyrdom is really tricky. Even if you manage to get most of the nails in yourself, that last one really requires some outside help.Climb down off that cross, buddy. Nobody's martyring you.