the cosmic mysteries of mothers
4 Sep 2002 11:35 pmokay, and before bed i want to say this:
my mother drives me fucking nuts. i'm not saying i don't want to talk to her. when i cry i still want to curl up under her jacket and play with her elbows. but no. things that make sense both BEFORE and AFTER talking to her make no sense at all DURING. so i'm unable to explain them. their explanations completely and totally flee and i'm left hemming and hawing and backpedaling.
why? why, why, why?
my mother drives me fucking nuts. i'm not saying i don't want to talk to her. when i cry i still want to curl up under her jacket and play with her elbows. but no. things that make sense both BEFORE and AFTER talking to her make no sense at all DURING. so i'm unable to explain them. their explanations completely and totally flee and i'm left hemming and hawing and backpedaling.
why? why, why, why?