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I hate eggs. I don’t dwell on my hatred of eggs and I’m glad there is no chicken coming up to me, pecking me, wondering wtf?

I just don’t eat eggs. The odd time I am forced to think about it when they accidentally put one in my breakfast sandwich, in which case I throw it in the garbage or out the window. Might as well feed the birds.

I am not obligated to like eggs. I also take it as a personal attack when they throw an egg on there.

No, I’m just kidding, it doesn’t happen often. I know a woman who once did it, and I know she was trying to be sweet. I didn’t even say hold the egg, it was a sandwich that didn’t have egg. Early morning. I pulled over and dropped in a parking lot up the street. Sweet, but counter productive to my hatred for eggs.

Girl did it the other day, and I knew she just messed up, didn’t understand what I asked for, I knew it was coming, first thing I do was look, and sure enough. An agg. I didn’t hold it against her.

The other time was at a restaurant at the place I worked. That time I was working with this dude who hated me for what I assume is me being the ex FWB with a woman he wanted, I didn’t know they knew each other, I think she was stalking me, trying to get to me somehow, I didn’t know it at the time, it was covert, and he hated me. I never once talked about her or it to him. He knew, I didn’t, and he really didn’t like me. So I got this sandwich, I opened it in front of him “as, f***…. I told her no egg…” I could have offered it to him, I didn’t like him much either tbh, I never showed it or cared what he though, I didn’t really react to hate he threw at me when he did, I go “f***…egg” grabbed the egg off, dumped it right in the garbage.

He goes “wtf are you doing?

I told him, I don’t like egg… I told her no egg”

I didn’t say it, but it’s like “this is my sandwich… I can do whatever the f*** I want with it… You got a problem with that? You want me to walk around the airport asking people if they’re hungry and want an egg off my sandwich? Drive to the downtown and feed it to a hungry b**? Take a flight to a famished country and offer the egg to a hungry child?

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Idk if this happens commonly or if i am just very very unlucky. My father passed away 9 years before my mother. When she passed it was time to clean out the home they lived in for over 30 years of a 60 year marriage. My father took his camera with him all over the world in the military. Still camera and 8mm. Boxes and boxes of slides and reels. I simply saved them and set them aside for later. I got time months later and got one of those 35mm slide to jpg scanners and just ground thru them. When i got them all scanned i got a later chance to prop my feet up and go thru them. Amongst all the widespread scenery and travel and cool vintage moments i stumble across pics of my mother. Many of them simple poses in many places, mostly outdoors, she was actually a modestly attractive classic pinup type. But then i run into the lingerie shots. And then the tasteful n u d e s indoors and outdoors. And then the real shocker. On any scale my mother was the classic church going uppity prudish b**** woth zero tolerance for bawdy or suggestive behavior or language. Hell sometimes i would say something crude just to push her uptight buttons. You would not believe how bent out of shape she got when she found evidence of my first s** dream on the sheets. Or at least what i ever saw from her was that way.

But i see hundreds of shots that are full bore graphic. Nothing artful about them. Spread shots, bendovers, hands between her legs, and then actually having s**. But in none of them is my father the man she is havimg s** with. He was obviously behind the camera. Some of them? A minister i recognize because she used to drag me to church all the time. Neighbors or friends of my parents that i remember. . It just kept piling on. Shots of my mother having lesbian s** with my aunt, my father’s older sister. Shots of my mother with other women i dont recognize, shots of my aunt with some of the same women. Shots of my mother with multiple men. Def did not wake up that or any day expecting or wanting to see pics of my mother getting spitroasted or used by a group of men and pretty much looking like she is having a grand time. When i do manage to force myself to power thru them all, hypocrtically, my parents were both moderately racist, but the handful that did have my father in them? He was having s** with a few different women, all african american women, except for one woman. His f****** sister, the same aunt i saw shots of my mother having s** with.

The s***** part was having to go through all of them because i did not want to risk losing family photos or memories or history that were NOT my parents’ s** escapades. At that point i accepted that the stack of 8mm movies might be similar. And i was right. The huge majority of them were my mother and the various random men my mother was having s** with, but some of the men were not in the still shot stack. No decent family movies at all sadly, the whole lot except 3 of the 8mm were either my mother and who tf knows who the men were, or great, a lesbian movie with my same aunt. The 3 exceptions? A mix of my parents doing foursomes with two diff couples. Both of those couples i knew/ remembered as family friends, i had grown up with their kids. In both cases wife swapping with my parents. And the crown jewel…..obviously sarcastically….my dad with my mother and aunt.

Look don,t get me wrong, i am nowhere near a prude, we all have our little quirks and kinks. I am not judging any of them, it was theie thing to do. I confess i had a few queasy reactions because the stills and movies span a time from before i or my sister were even born, to a time when we were mid 30s, which put my parents and aunt in their 70s. Hell i hope i am still having s** when i am that age.

By the time i was done, i had one focus…..there was not a condom in sight in any of it. Was my father actually my father? Is my sister my full sister or half sister? Do i have half siblings i dont even know somewhere? How glad am i that i have never done the spit in a tube ancestry or 23 and me thing, because i do not want to fall into that vortex of doom?