Bohemian Delilah

The Morning News—Stupid Dreams this made me sad. And then it made me go mmmm. Then it made me wonder.

Then it made me post it to show you.

There is a commercial on TV with a girl and a guy obviously in a fight. and then he shows up at her work, in a meeting, with an “I’m an idiot” sign, and an “I’m sorry” sign. Then we learn she’s reading her text messages from him.

I like that ad.

My mom called me last night and I told her I have a job. She spent 15 minutes telling me it wasn’t good enough. I don’t want to get into it now. But it seems like she’s never happy for me when I get something to be happy for. It seems like she was happier when I was miserably unemployed. I don’t understand why.

It is the relationship with my Mom that defines me most as a crazy. (Well, unless you count my insane desire to remain friends with my exes—I mean, there was a reason we dated, I liked them. They be good people. There are so few good people that I like. Yeah, crazy.) While on the phone with my mom I yell, I get quiet and act like the phone will transmit my “curdled milk” scowl, I grit my teeth, I smile like I think you’re a moron, I kick my feet and groan.

I’ve only once thrown a phone across the room, and it was while I was on the phone with my mom.

But our relationship has been so good lately. And I think this is why it pisses me off that she doesn’t think I can take care of my life. I hear from my sisters that every time I call she thinks that I’m going to tell her Tom gave me a ring. Why can’t I survive on my own?

I dunno. Someone want to trade moms for a day? Tell me why you want my mom, and why your mom is frustrating/super. (And no making fun of my mom.)