How Green Becomes Wood

"Like what?" Sally repeated, surprised by the question. "Well, things like, I won't stay five minutes past when I said I would. If I do X thing, then I shall reward myself. Sometimes I do the thing without the reward, or I give myself the reward without doing the thing. It is a terrible seesaw of have I or haven't I earned the thing. Or it will be, I will not allow myself to fall into my mother's desired conversation topic. That one is a constant."
 
"There is a lot that is important about politics, I do not wish to disregard that, but sometimes... Also, I would very much like to have a conversation with the person who is currently encouraging Facebook to show certain things to certain demographics," Sally said grimly. "If I have to hear one more time about how Aunt Truly read that this particular herbal supplement cures whatever ails you..." She took a deep breath. "Never mind."
 
"I'm certain of that," Daizi laughed, "and my sweet daughter will be the one sitting there wishing we aren't allowed on. And my husband will get to sit there smugly because he's never on it."
 
"Indeed, he shall be so insufferably smug," Sally chuckled. "I am barely on it, as it is, so I do not think it will be too terrible to be forced off it. Unless I have lost my mind and insist on sending money to every Facebook 'charity' I see."
 
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