Monday, April 12, 2004

Music: Bis - Monstarr
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So my mom just called me with the expressed intent of telling my I'm fat again...

And that was literally the only topic on her agenda, too! To tell me I've gained weight! I kinda blew up and told her to stop pushing her own issues on me. She then informed me that my father had noticed as well. Please remember that my father is little more than a beer gut held up by toothpicks, yet he felt he had grounds to comment on my PMS water retention.

Despite the fact that my recent weight gains are equal parts related PMS and obscene levels of class related stress eating, my mother of course did not buy that.

I admit that I started to get very very surly on the phone and she started crying.

I gotta laugh. She kept saying "I was debating whether or not to call you" and all I could respond with was "Looks like you made the wrong choice."

I had a couple of other good responses:
"I just don't want to see you suffer like I do." "When exactly did I tell you I was suffering?"
"Even your father noticed." "Well tell him that I've also noticed the beer gut that's been growing for the last twenty years."

She also busted out the *ULTIMATE* guilt trip after all my snippy comments:
"You don't love me now, do you?"

How do you respond to that shit!? And she was just starting to get cry-sounding, too. My very honest reply did not improve the situation much:
"God damnit, Mom...Look. Mom. I love you. I always will. I just really don't like you right now."

...ya...that didn't help....

In the end I just ignored the previous conversation and told her the story of how I burned my leg with the coffee this morning.

You know...I should feel worse than I do today. I got a burned leg, assigned a paper in Human Impact, need to get moving on next Tuesday's Fascist Spain presentation, got told I'm fat by my hypocrit parents, and made my mother cry...but you know...I'm doin' fine. Maybe the work is keeping my mind off it...but I think I feel just badly enough that I'm gonna need a video game or something later. Something escapist. That sounds nice.

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