do_the_math werewolf his father was a sociopath. he told him...you happen to care about things more than people, and you'll cause nothing but hurt. and don't try to pretend, because you really can't for too long. it's just a curse. his mother on the other hand was oddly enough the most involved, sincere, and melancholically overwrought person he could think of. she'd cry opening the envelope of birthday cards. it seemed such cosmic injustice to combine two people who would so misunderstand and interfere with one another's default mode of existence. and yet something his mother once said to him made perfect sense. "as long as i and your father were going to get married, it's best we married one another. that way there were only two unhappy people in the universe instead of four." and yet there were moments when he saw his father almost manic driving while some song was on the radio, and there were moments he saw his mother swooning when for a moment she played the role of that song in his father's life, even if he couldn't make a distinction between the two. 040920 what's it to you? who go blather from