reject
a sunday afternoon. walking around with the maternal unit. having coffee in a street café. talking about things that should better left resting in the dark.
"you should go take classes or meet people and make friends. you're starting to be obviously lonely" she points out.
no, really? I wasn't aware.
"seriously. you should go out more. make friends, meet a guy"
aw, c'mon. it's not like I'm never outside. it's just: I can't get anyone to see who I am. how great I am.
"don't say that. how can you know that?"
ermm... 28 years of rejection? I'm the wrong size, my IQ is more than room temperature and I earn more than most of those buggers out there.
"I can't believe that's the problem"
oh, shall I give you references, time-and-dates of guys I went out with and the lines they gave me? the line about how nice they think I am and when it comes to them having to drop their pants, they turn around, run away screaming like the little girls they are. or I get the line about how they love me as a friend but think I'm too ugly to be their gf. or the line about what slackers they are and they'd feel uncomfy with a woman who knows what she wants.
"I'm sure you don't look around enough. I'm sure if you'd give people a chance, you'd have more friends."
oh great. so I'm to spend time on someone who'll move far away and leave me alone here again. to use me and then dump me again after they've had enough and it's time for them to go away again. yes, very clever. no thanks.
"I feel so sorry. it makes my heart cry you feel that way. I feel so sorry you don't find someone who'll treat you right."
you've no clue how sorry I AM.
I should stop meeting my mother. she upsets me too much.
"you should go take classes or meet people and make friends. you're starting to be obviously lonely" she points out.
no, really? I wasn't aware.
"seriously. you should go out more. make friends, meet a guy"
aw, c'mon. it's not like I'm never outside. it's just: I can't get anyone to see who I am. how great I am.
"don't say that. how can you know that?"
ermm... 28 years of rejection? I'm the wrong size, my IQ is more than room temperature and I earn more than most of those buggers out there.
"I can't believe that's the problem"
oh, shall I give you references, time-and-dates of guys I went out with and the lines they gave me? the line about how nice they think I am and when it comes to them having to drop their pants, they turn around, run away screaming like the little girls they are. or I get the line about how they love me as a friend but think I'm too ugly to be their gf. or the line about what slackers they are and they'd feel uncomfy with a woman who knows what she wants.
"I'm sure you don't look around enough. I'm sure if you'd give people a chance, you'd have more friends."
oh great. so I'm to spend time on someone who'll move far away and leave me alone here again. to use me and then dump me again after they've had enough and it's time for them to go away again. yes, very clever. no thanks.
"I feel so sorry. it makes my heart cry you feel that way. I feel so sorry you don't find someone who'll treat you right."
you've no clue how sorry I AM.
I should stop meeting my mother. she upsets me too much.
posted by daria l'orange at 5:10 pm
2 Comments:
My mum comes out with shite like that. I wonder why they feel the need to say it. Like you need somebody to make it sound really awful! They mean well in their own weird way, but back in our mums day, life on earth was not a happy place if you didn't have 4 kids by the age of 28, married, cooking, ironing and cleaning like a mofo. Things happen when they happen, but I'm sure you realise that already. {hug}
you're right NML. the fun part is, though: she got married the first time at 21, had me and my lil bro, got divorced and married again at 27. so, I don't really want to go her way. it's just a bit too much stuff to mess up in less than 10 years, eh? heheheeh
cheers for the hugs *returns one for good measure*
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