Mayonnaise and sweet relish.
Your parents aren’t proud of you because you choose their acknowledgement over onions on hotdogs.
Fucking loser
Chili (without beans) and cheddar cheese. I’ll miss not having onions but I can live without.
Or mustard and sauerkraut.
I wanna add fulfilling work and get me the fuck away from fascism please.
If the parents are from Chicago then the ketchup explains WHY they’re disappointed
relish and a response to tyrannical overreach. but good relish, mind, dill.
You’ll then immediately lose their favor after you put ketchup on a hotdog
Mustard and pickle slices for me!
That’s a lot of wieners…
Sausage party, some might say.
sauerkraut and jalapenos
onion and mayo :)
mayo and mayo
Sorry we don’t offer that here… oh no I mean you can have as much ketchup as you like.
It would mean more for me to be proud of my dad.
Also, mustard.
I hear you.
You spend your life trying to satisfy the rules of conditional love with nothing but severe negative feedback dotted with moments of seemingly genuine affection… only for it all to be dashed away at the slightest perceived sleight (e.g. you didn’t visit one weekend because you had to juggle your own life).
At this point I’m living with the idea that a form of unconditional love exists deep deep within, but is unable to express itself because it’s overpowered by sheer narcissism (the me me me generation were never taught introspection). Why show pride or affection to your kids when petty jealousy and vindictiveness are the main defining traits of your generation.
I hold onto the good memories as hard as I can (there are quite a few nice ones), but I try not to get my hopes up anymore about the relationship. It is what it is.
I’d take mine with chili and pure satisfaction in life, but that would be redundant so chili alone will suffice.
Mustard and chopped onions forever
