Reading Saqqara's journal

I hate over bearing people. You know the type. Perhaps you have an overbearing friend or family member. For me, it’s my mother. I am usually pretty cool about her nature, either ignoring her, or annoying her to the point where she gives up trying to persuade me otherwise.

Today, she calls me while I’m at work to ask me what I’m going to do for my birthday(March 31st). I tell her Timmy and a few of the waitresses are going to take me out to the bar and buy my drinks. I normally steer clear from the bar, but with free drinks on the table, I was reeled in like a dead fish. She immediately explodes. I wasn’t really concentrating on the yelling I was listening to on my headset, rather, I was trying to decorate a shrimp platter for 9. Here’s what I did hear though:

"You can’t go to the bar for your birthday!! It’s your twenty-first birthday and already you’re going to get drunk?!? You’ll get drunk and end up pregnant! It always happens! You don’t need kids, oh my god if you have kids I’m not going to watch them! You’ll be a whore all because you drank!!!"

As I’m seperating parsley and placing it strategically between marinated and barbequed shrimp, I laugh. She hears this and rants some more. Finally, once I send the platter out to the nine top, I address her concerns. I’m rather miffed that she thinks I’m so irresponsible, and rather pissed because I don’t live with her any longer and still she tries to tell me what I can and cannot do. Here’s my reply:

"Mom. Chill. I’m 21. That’s the legal drinking age. Regardless if you know it or not, I have drank before. I don’t plan on getting shit-faced like Timmy does every weekend, but if it happens, so be it. If I want to get drunk, smoke some pot and fuck some midgets, I will. It’s my life and I’m going to live it."

She hangs up on me. I laugh. I probably just gave my mother a stroke.

"It is much more comfortable to be mad and know it, than to be sane and have one's doubts."

"Mom. Chill. I’m 21. That’s the legal drinking age. Regardless if you know it or not, I have drank before. I don’t plan on getting shit-faced like Timmy does every weekend, but if it happens, so be it. If I want to get drunk, smoke some pot and fuck some midgets, I will. It’s my life and I’m going to live it."

She hangs up on me. I laugh. I probably just gave my mother a stroke.

Yup, thats the right thing to do. Stay cool, kinda unemotional and just let it pass by.

The last time my bloody mother called me, I stayed calm and didnt get emotional a bit, although she normally gets me raging with anger in just a few minutes. Must be because somebody else was with her that evening, so she couldnt act the way she normally would.

cu, w0lf.

Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign for a diseased mind!