Her: But they’re not supposed to…
Mom’s terribly worried about me these days. I tell her not to be and yet – well, mothers are as they are.
When she first came here, my mom tied a 1.5 minute egg timer to the phone. Once a month, she would call her mom and they would talk for exactly 1.5 minutes. No matter what, they got off the phone after 1.5 minutes. It’s all they could afford. Her mom worried about her too. She was 26?
Can you imagine?
Here’s the thing: unless you know me IRL, you and I most likely wouldn’t be anything back in those days. What a world we live in, where communication is a commodity. Text, email, fax, blogs – we can all connect.
Veijukka asked who gives me pep talks, I don’t really need them. Because I’m so much in my own head all the time. Sometimes, though, I could use a quiet connection.
Thanks for listening this week. It’s been rough.
I’ll see if I can’t get slapped again by another girl this weekend to keep y’all entertained.
Location: Queens, locked outta my office
Mood: irritated at myself
Music: The more you ignore me, the closer I get