Tell us about your encounter with a Karen.
#21
My older sister’s named Karen. She’s retired now but leaves her hearing aids off so she’s that much worse. I used to think if god needs a vacation he’d pick her…and we’d all be in trouble.
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#22
In about 1974, in kindergarten, my mother asked the teacher to call me by my first name Karen. At home I was called by my middle name Trish…. I don’t understand the logic- but my mother thought this idea was great. In kindergarten I was a wild child, like the human form of Tigger. The teacher told my mother I should see a child psychologist. When my mother asked why I was being so bad- I said the only thing I could come up with, “If my name’s Karen, I don’t have to be good”. Since then I have gone by my middle name Trish in school & home.
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