So now I have five letters on my desk, an hour to burn, and nothing to write about.
My mother will have to wait a little longer.
P.S. I am a horrible son.
Friday, February 11, 2011
2.11
I'm sure I'm making a bigger deal of it than I should. I mean, it's only a letter, right? But I can't seem to sit myself down and force the pen across the paper. I don't tell anyone. The chore just goes without end for days and days. Finally, another letter comes. I haven't responded to the first! What am I supposed to be, a machine? I can't do everything.
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This is something weird with which I have been struggling. With some people, I talk constantly and never have enough time to say what I want to say. With other people, I mostly listen, and when they ask, I can never think of anything to say. Like in this, my mother is one of those other people. There are other categories/factors in there, too, because relationships are complicated and messy and ugh.
ReplyDeleteBut then I get lonely. So. I don't know; there must be a balance in there somewhere.
UGH I KNOW
ReplyDeleteBut seriously. How bad a son am I that I don't write my ma? Probably pretty horrible.
Worse than some, better than others.
ReplyDeleteYou committed to this blog . . . just commit to her.
Problem solved.
It happens. And she understands. (I haven't talked to my mom in almost two weeks. She called several times, but I just haven't had time--and when I have had time, I've wanted to see Curtis or play poker or put things on my wall instead.) Maybe you could write you mom nothing. You could just say, Hi. I love you. and put a stamp on it. I don't know . . . I'm sure she'd appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI like Brooke's solution. That's what I do with my parents.
ReplyDeleterobby, in the case of YOUR mom, you are awful lol. it all depends on the relationship though. I, for example, don't talk to my mother unless I absolutely have to, because we are not friends.
ReplyDeleteUGH WAY TO MAKE ME FEEL OKAY, KYLE
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