Actually that basically happened this afternoon. I called my mother to see if I could visit my father and her today. She’d seemed amenable to it when I mentioned it yesterday, so I thought, no problem, I’ll just call and check.
So today she was very crabby, and hemmed and hawed and finally I was like, “Look, I only wanted to know if you wanted me to visit today! I mean, I’m only your daughter. I didn’t realize making this decision would be so difficult!”
She waffled crabbily some more. Finally I just went, “Well, look, I have to go.” And hung up.
She called back about five minutes later. Apparently her blood pressure was through the roof today and my father was taking her to the Emergency Room because she felt so bad. Now I really got angry, A., because I felt guilty for snarling at her, and B., because all she had to do was tell me what was *really * going on instead of simply being bitchy. I’d have understood her hesitation.
My mother is hardly the domestic nurturing type for starters, so I guess I’m already a bit sensitive about the distance she keeps from me. She keeps her personal life private to the point that I never know what the hell is going on with her. Then, if I happen to react inappropriately to something that’s going on in her life but that I had know way of knowing about, she hisses at me for my perceived insensitivity.
So. I continued to argue with the poor woman about how she was such a terrible communicator and how all of this could have been avoided if she’d just been honest with me. I felt like such a heel, but I didn’t want to admit it.
(Anyhow, my mother called awhile ago. She’s home and fine, so that’s okay. I certainly hope she learned her lesson! :D)
I’m a problematically honest person. On the first two options, nothing. On the third… I don’t think I’ve done anything more dishonest than avoiding topics I suspect might be points of strong disagreement. They tend to come up eventually anyway, of course, but they’re usually less of a problem if you already like eachother.
Oh, and I usually try to convince myself, and the rest of the world, that I’m not terrified of social situations with people I would like to get to know better, and that’s certainly untrue :). I’m reasonably good at convincing the rest of the world - me, not so much.
Dare.
For your next ten posts, every sentence must contain two consecutive alliterating words.
And now, for some variations on a theme:
If you had to pick a Greek god to have sex with, then who? Titans, dryads, centaurs and other non-humans are also fine, but no humans.
Same as I gave Creaky, but with Norse mythology.
Same as above, but with Hindu gods. backwoods_gurl, truth or dare?
Agonist, answer this: What’s your Indecent Proposal price (a) as the spouse the millionaire wants, and (b) as the spouse of the person the millionaire wants?
Creaky: consider answering the same question: What’s your Indecent Proposal price (a) as the spouse the millionaire wants, and (b) as the spouse of the person the millionaire wants?
That’s pretty easy, since I’m not a jealous person and couldn’t be romantically involved with someone who’s jealous. I’ve never understood the conflict in that movie. I’d pretty much want to do it for the experience. So the answer is - as much as I could get in the negotiation. Although I’m a pretty bad negotiator. I figure a cool million would be fine, but they’d probably be able to talk me down.
As for if I were the spouse, the answer’s the same, and I’d be kind of jealous that I didn’t get to be the one being wined and dined and… etcetera.
This took a while, because I had to look up Norse mythology to see who I was dealing with. All I could remember off hand were Odin, Thor, and Loki.
Ok, among the Norse non-gods we have Fenris (a wolf), Jormungandr (a sea serpent), and Hugin and Munin (ravens). Next!
Ok, perusing the descriptions of Norse gods, I have to go with Freyr, god of fertility. He’s got a ship in his pocket, a chariot drawn by boars, and after all, gods of fertility are rumored to have, um, stamina.
Hades, god of the Underworld, would be a total shoe-in. All that dark, handsome, angsty wickedness…! I’d be happy to be his Persephone. ("…Oh help! I am trapped in the Underworld with this most wicked, handsome, angsty, muscle-y man-creature!" Heh, heh.)
Matter of fact, an old boyfriend and I went as Persephone and Hades for Halloween many years ago. I made my toga (easy enough), let down my then-waist-length hair and darkened my oh-so-dramatic eyes with heavy black eyeliner. My boyfriend was really good with leatherwork, and made a whole black leather tunic/harness thingie with lots of stainless steel studs and spikes and rings for himself. He also made me a cool pair of black leather handcuffs and collar attached to themselves and to me with a stainless steel chain. Heavy, yes, but very awesome. We were a hit in South Beach that year. (Especially him.)
That was a very convincing letter you wrote earlier (to the father of the ‘spankee’). Have you ever been caught in a compromising position before? If not, what situation have you been in where you thought you *might * get caught?
I’d better be gone too. I love the fact we’re having to announce we’re gone on a message board…it’s just moving so fast! Night all, and sweet dreams…if you’re sleeping now.
Sofis,If a rather attractive person of the same sex as you offered you $2.18 million dollars to have sex with you, would you accept? (Replace same with opposite if same’s your fancy.)
I don’t know if this is in response to a question, or just a general request, but I’ll provide one for you: What’s the most embarassing childhood story your mom used to tell people about you?
Potty oh potty you sure do rock
My favorite thing
Going potty is not something to mock
Nope, not even if you’re a hawk
Oh man, that was quite a zing
Potty oh potty you sure do rock
But I’d never do you in a sock
Nope, not even for a ring
Going potty is not something to mock
Potty is something you can do with your c:eek:ck
Something that causes it is Chow Ming
Potty oh potty you sure do rock
Potty is something that was done by Bach
Therefore it is the “in” thing
Potty oh potty you sure do rock
Going potty is not something to mock
Aren’t I creative?
My mom loves to tell anyone that when I was a kid, I would like bread and butter sandwiches. It was probably true once or twice at the age of five, but over the years, the tale has grown to the point that she claims that’s all I would have for lunch through high school. (As if she would have allowed that!) Anyway, that’s it.
