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My grandma was the exact opposite. She really really didn't want to be a burden to anybody, but it was to the point where THAT was annoying. Like, when my parents left I was at home to take care of her (she couldn't be left alone in the house for very long at a time) and obviously had to eat, so I'd ask what she wanted, and she'd never give an actual answer. You had to say "I'm going to fix you a can of vegitable soup, okay?" and she'd say it was fine, but if asked, she'd just say not to worry about it. I appreciated the thought, but the trouble of opening a can and pushing "soup" on the microwave doesn't much tip the scale against "cancer-ridden diabetic grandma not getting food," I'm going to fix you food, I thought I'd give you some say in what you eat, meet me half-way here.
I don't mind the old people as a whole so much. It's those young people that can go fuck themselves. Children are the worst.
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