I am not your sense of responsibility. I am not your moral compass. I am not your conscience, your guardian angel, or your bodyguard.
I am not your mother, your father, your big brother, or your uncle Tom.
I am not the all-seeing, all-dancing crap of the world.
I have my own problems, and I don't see you helping me with them. You get what you give, and I give what I get. Of course that has to start somewhere and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt at first - innocent until proven guilty - but you're being graded here, and there's no curve in the classroom of life.
If you aren't cutting it as an adult, that's not my problem. I care, I wish it was different, but you're going to have to sort it out in the end. I'll do what I can, but if that's not good enough then clearly, by definition, I can't do any more.
It's time to grow up, meine liebschoen. It's time to face life with the benefit of the wisdom you were supposed to be accumulating those myriad of years you've been on the planet. If you haven't been paying attention in class, then you'll fail the test. That's the way life works.
There are no Cliff Notes for this one.
This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time.
