Ahh... teal colour. Just like my hair, even though it's fading.
So I just have to rant a little bit here to get it off my chest. I came home after volunteering today and my mom sat down next to me at my laptop and told me what I had previously told my dad on Sunday. I asked what he had told her, and she said he told her that I had told him that I'm gay (hope that makes sense there). She couldn't seem to figure out why I did that because the next thing she said was, "But you told me you were normal." And I replied, "I am normal." Actually, it's going to be easier to write in a script format.
Mom: Your dad phoned. What did you tell him?
Me: What did he say?
Mom: He said that you told him you're gay.
Me: Yeah... so?
Mom: You told me you were normal.
Me: I am normal. [insert eyerolling]
Mom: No, you're not. You're sick.
Me: No, I'm not [matter of factly]
Mom: Yes you are. Do you need to see someone? Do you need to see a doctor?
Me: No, I'm not sick!
Mom: You said you would try changing. Why haven't you done it?
Me: Um... because I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't.
Mom: But why not? Have you even tried?
Me: Yes... a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, time ago.
Mom: And?
Me: And I realized that I'm not that way.
Mom: After you told you're dad that you're gay, he planned to sell his house again.
Me: No, even before I did, he was telling me that he wanted to sell it.
Mom: I talked to him today and after you told him, now he's going to sell it.
Me: No [getting a little impatient], he was telling me at lunchtime how he wanted to sell it again. It's not because of me.
Mom: Oh, okay. Do you want to live with your father? Or do you still want to live with me?
Me: [sighing] I don't really want to live with either of you, but at least he makes an effort to understand people... sort of.
Mom: I make an effort!
Me: No, not really. You don't even try to see other people's point of views and you always think you're right about everything.
Mom: No, that's not true. When have I done tha...
Me: You do it all the time.
Mom: No, I understand people.
Me: Look, there you go again. You're doing it right now, and you can't even understand or admit that.
Mom: Well, when you wanted to volunteer at the garden, I understood that.
Me: What's there to understand? It's not like it's an evil garden or something.
Mom: See? It's only this one time [in reference to the gay issue]
Me: [rolls eyes] Whatever.
That's about it right there. God, I'm so sick of listening to this crap. And then right after our little conversation, I was reminded of Lily's post on family and how great they are. Woohoo... my mom thinks I'm sick but she's my mom so yeah, I'm supposed to live with that somehow. It's always a comfort to know I have someone like her to come home to.
I think we should do something tomorrow (Wednesday) because I'm free and I know Annie bo bannie is free as well, but I don't know about everyone else. I sorta want to play Simpsons jeopardy, but not with Ann, haha.
How did your interview go Lily? Did they ask if you're single? :)
Chels, you left your Butternut Squash Pasta thing at my house. Ann, you left your espresso chocolate beans, and Lily, you left your gross Perrier (Maggie took a sip and was instantly disgusted by it, saying, "How can they sell this?!) if we do something tomorrow, I can give it all back to you guys.
She Floats...
~~Aaron
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