Some enchanted evening
My lower left eyelid is very jumpy lately and I wish I understood what that’s about. I had considered running this morning, but decided to sleep an extra hour in the hopes of calming down my eye. I probably won’t run until Saturday and I’m sure the running break will do me good.
I had a great weekend with my mom…except in the brief moment where she indulged in her fantasy for me. I was telling her about the concert that Harriet is taking me to and she said, “OH, Maybe you’ll meet someone there!” [because I don't get out much?]
I said, “Yeah, Ma sitting in the dark at a concert I’ll communicate with my soulmate.”
“No,” She clarified. “AFTER the concert, you’ll meet.”
I was cranky about that, but didn’t express my general rage. I know that this is what happens though…if you aren’t married with children, people wish all kinds of stuff for you. It’s lovely to have one’s life undermined. I need to develop a strategy for coping with this. Except with my mom. We will have to have a conversation about this when we go on vacation.
January 15, 2008 at 2:23 pm
My whole relationship with my mom revolves around comments like this. She thinks she is being clever, but she really is more like a bulldozer. Hang in there.
January 15, 2008 at 2:58 pm
I’ve had that eyelid thing happen before. It’s annoying. I’ve heard it’s stress related but, shit, if that were true, it’d be jumping non-stop every day of the week. Eventually it just stops. Kinda like hiccups.
January 15, 2008 at 3:14 pm
Duct tape fixes everything…or so I heard!
January 15, 2008 at 4:53 pm
I always get the “You’ll meet HIM when you stop looking”. I think I’ve crushed that theory. I’m usually looking for M&Ms.
January 15, 2008 at 6:04 pm
Ugh to the meeting someone comment. I used to get that all the time, along with not-so-subtle comments about my possible lesbianism, personality disorder or whatever it was that was allowing me to live happily alone. People just don’t get it sometimes.
January 15, 2008 at 11:40 pm
My mother has this delightful habit of dragging me out shopping, then pointing out something random, and relating that object to dating, just to see if I’ll tell about the most wonderful man that she hopes I’ve just met. E.g., “Wow, this spoon would be great to eat soup on when on a date, don’t you think?”
I have a new penchant for countering her delightful habit with a reminder that my older sister still hasn’t had kids… and that biological clock is ticking.
Oh what fun we have.