Nobody can remember, not my twin sister, father or best friend, that I hate despise and abominate Thai food. Yes, I am aware that I’m the only frickin’ person on the planet who does not like thai but goddamn it, it makes me sick to my stomach. And yet its always goddamn thai that is the first suggestion when we go out to eat. I may have finally hammered it into my friends head though, because the last time we had thai I got kinda sick to my stomach and had diarrhea for five days. I know I should just put my foot down and refuse to eat it but its always a big group of people and everyone is all enthusiastic and I’m the only one who doesn’t want it so I try to play along but I always end up sick.
Thank you for listening to my rant. You will now promptly forget it.
My mom couldn’t remember my name (or any of my sisters’) growing up, either. Either I would get called Sydney which is my aunt’s name, and nothing like my own, or you’d get the first syllable of everyone’s name: “bewekimelsha…” She’d be looking right at you and do that a couple times before giving up, pointing and saying, “You. I want you to (fill in the blank).” She’s better now that we don’t all live at home.
She also can’t remember that citrus gives me migraines, but since I didn’t develop that until my twenties, I can forgive that. What gets me who’ve known that about me since they’ve met me and insist on serving me lemon chicken or something.
My mom always gets certain names mixed up. When we were kids she regularly referred to my best friend Joe as Gizmo which was our dog’s name! The dog!
She would then do the same with my sister’s boyfriend calling him Joe or Gizmo instead of by his name. And every once in a while she’d hand you something and ask you to “…put that back in the washer please…I mean the refrigerator!”
Now she happily mixes up the names of my nieces.
Oh and after almost 36 years she finally remembers that my birthday is May 27th and not May 29th.
I’m having trouble understanding exactly what the problem is with your Mom, bafaa. I think all Moms do that. My Mom referred to all her children as “Ju-lin-chi-mike” My best friend’s Mom had two kids: Ah-beth and Ba-amy. I thought I’d avoid this sort of problem by having only one child. Not so. She is known as “Gra-tash-tee-cara-KATE!” as I go through the entire litany of pets before I get to the damn kid.
For some strange reason my Mom can remember my four brothers’ names but gets me and my sister mixed up all the time. Especially odd since I’m eight years older than my sister so Mom had a head start on remembering my name. Anyway, my sister and I decided years ago that I’d answer to JenLes and she’d answer to LesJen. It’s much easier that way.
