Two things:
First, I mentioned to my right wing, born-again Christian friend that I watched Milk and loved it. [Side note: If you haven't already, you need to go see it this weekend. So moving.]
So my friend and I were talking about the Twinkie defense, and I added my delightful thoughts, all along forgetting who I was talking to. And there it was...slapped me in the face. The right wing, crazy Christian point of view. Gosh darn it, I live in the city and sometimes forget that such a nutty thing exists. She reminded me how the rest of the country views Prop 8 and gay rights. Then, a deep sorrow came over me.
How is it that two friends who both attended Berkeley together, who once agreed on all the issues can now be so different? I usually refrain from talking about politics or social issues with her. I'd just be asking for an awkward moment.
When I think of our relationship, I jump to conclusions about the future and get myself all tensed up. How will our kids get along? My friend is all for guns, because you never know who may jump over her fence, crack her extra security window, get passed her psycho alarm system, and steal her Jimmy Choos. Alright, maybe I'm being insensitive. Yes, bad things happen to good people. Still, I know I don't want my kids playing with overly-paranoid, intolerant children!
Second, my mom called. Phone call from mom = nothing good these days. She said, "For Christmas, all I want and pray for is for my Stella to find a job." Boy, she slapped it on thick. She then asked if I've been going to church. Hahah...I haven't stepped into a church since I got married. To top it all off, my mom ended it with, "Now that you're married, you're not letting yourself go, are you?"
That pretty much sums it all up. I'm an unemployed chub that may not see the pearly gates if I keep this up.
1 comment:
Do we have the same mom?
Sure seems like it!
Hang in there!
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