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where's the clonidine haze when I need it?
So my mother called a couple of hours ago. She started the conversation in tears, telling me that she wanted to call because she needed me, and she needed me to just hear. To listen. She sounded half-drunk, at first, but that's how she always sounds when she's tired. Apparently she'd just woken up.
"Okay," I said.
"I just need you to have heard this," she told me again.
"Okay," I said.
Cue repetition of that. Exact. Conversation for another couple of rounds. And then she started: "I just woke up from this dream."
Oh. No. Oh lord no. I knew exactly where this was going.
And in this dream, she and my grandmother were working on some project. (So far so good.) They nattered at each other about options for the project. (Going just fine.) Then they went to the computer and started checking facts on the internet. (Oh no.)
Apparently, in this dream, I'd posted nude photos of myself to the internet. Naturally, my mother began to flip her lid. But my grandmother remained completely calm and explained that I would be just fine, that she should just accept me and let me be me.
My mother decided to call me and explain that this dream was clearly a message from my grandmother. About our relationship.
And then my mother wanted me to tell her that yes, this dream was clearly a message from her mother. I wanted to sympathize--hell, I did sympathize--but honestly? Sounds like her own issues bubbling up inside her head. Sounds like her telling herself things she already knows.
Not that I said that. No, I said, "I don't know," and then I said I loved her.
Why does she ask me questions she knows my answers for? Especially since we both know she's not going to like an honest answer.
"Okay," I said.
"I just need you to have heard this," she told me again.
"Okay," I said.
Cue repetition of that. Exact. Conversation for another couple of rounds. And then she started: "I just woke up from this dream."
Oh. No. Oh lord no. I knew exactly where this was going.
And in this dream, she and my grandmother were working on some project. (So far so good.) They nattered at each other about options for the project. (Going just fine.) Then they went to the computer and started checking facts on the internet. (Oh no.)
Apparently, in this dream, I'd posted nude photos of myself to the internet. Naturally, my mother began to flip her lid. But my grandmother remained completely calm and explained that I would be just fine, that she should just accept me and let me be me.
My mother decided to call me and explain that this dream was clearly a message from my grandmother. About our relationship.
And then my mother wanted me to tell her that yes, this dream was clearly a message from her mother. I wanted to sympathize--hell, I did sympathize--but honestly? Sounds like her own issues bubbling up inside her head. Sounds like her telling herself things she already knows.
Not that I said that. No, I said, "I don't know," and then I said I loved her.
Why does she ask me questions she knows my answers for? Especially since we both know she's not going to like an honest answer.
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