Me stunned into silence.
Yesterday I arrived home to only find one sock after I had taken a shower. So I asked my mother who asked her mother where it was and luckily, she had seen my sock.
So I says 'where did you put it?'
And she says 'in the bin.'
THE BIN
Her reasoning was because she had nowhere else to put it and she didn't know what I wanted to DO with it.
But my question is why did she have to put it anywhere? Why was she cleaning my stuff at all? And does it just stop at cleaning? There's looking, touching, misunderstanding, using....
Then today, my mother called me from my (searched) room with an urgency in her voice that only mothers can have. I hurried out to the drive way to find her standing over this filthy beige inside out sock that had a green toe with eyes to resemble some sort of animal.
She asks 'Is it yours? No? ok, pick it up and throw it over the fence then.'
When I looked at her (you know the look) and refused to partake in her weird emergency, she threw it over herself and proceeded to give ME the you-always-give-me-attitude-never-help-me-do-anything-trouble-child look.
IF she goes through my things, wouldn't she KNOW that wasn't my sock? IF she just did the laundry wouldn't she SEE there was no partner sock?
But all those inconsistencies aside, this is no longer about the sock.
I have accepted the different logic planes that my family and I operate on. For the most part, they have accepted my aloofness and non communication, I have accepted their hermitness and ridiculous beliefs such as 'EBAY? international selling? no one would want that'.
But in certain situations such as these the idea of an irreparable gap hits harder than ever. The chance of reasoning diminishes in tandem with my Chinese vocabulary so when I yell it sounds like 'ME! DON'T LIKE! CLEAN! YOU! STOP!'
So: me. want clothes. pretty. no money for house. not emo. asian.
Yesterday I arrived home to only find one sock after I had taken a shower. So I asked my mother who asked her mother where it was and luckily, she had seen my sock.
So I says 'where did you put it?'
And she says 'in the bin.'
THE BIN
Her reasoning was because she had nowhere else to put it and she didn't know what I wanted to DO with it.
But my question is why did she have to put it anywhere? Why was she cleaning my stuff at all? And does it just stop at cleaning? There's looking, touching, misunderstanding, using....
Then today, my mother called me from my (searched) room with an urgency in her voice that only mothers can have. I hurried out to the drive way to find her standing over this filthy beige inside out sock that had a green toe with eyes to resemble some sort of animal.
She asks 'Is it yours? No? ok, pick it up and throw it over the fence then.'
When I looked at her (you know the look) and refused to partake in her weird emergency, she threw it over herself and proceeded to give ME the you-always-give-me-attitude-never-help-me-do-anything-trouble-child look.
IF she goes through my things, wouldn't she KNOW that wasn't my sock? IF she just did the laundry wouldn't she SEE there was no partner sock?
But all those inconsistencies aside, this is no longer about the sock.
I have accepted the different logic planes that my family and I operate on. For the most part, they have accepted my aloofness and non communication, I have accepted their hermitness and ridiculous beliefs such as 'EBAY? international selling? no one would want that'.
But in certain situations such as these the idea of an irreparable gap hits harder than ever. The chance of reasoning diminishes in tandem with my Chinese vocabulary so when I yell it sounds like 'ME! DON'T LIKE! CLEAN! YOU! STOP!'
So: me. want clothes. pretty. no money for house. not emo. asian.
2 comments:
Gosh, this story has me in stitches EVERY TIME!
its the bin part isnt it?
yeah, i laughed too...but it took some time for me to get to that point.
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