Merry Death

If we aren't talking about me, I am not sure why we are still talking

This might as well be the words that follow every conversation with my mother. I just got off the phone with her and decided its time to vent a little. Welcome to my world.
My mother calls to tell me that she is going out of town tomorrow and to give me the numbers where I can reach her if need be. That should have been a 5 minute conversation. But no. Then she starts in on her dog which has some shoulder problem and needs surgery. I hate her dogs. They are poorly behaved and loud. They are messy and not trained. I listen "uh huh, yep, that stinks." But I listen.
She then starts in on Christmas and how she isn't going to bother getting the 'perfect gift' for everyone. It stresses her out and everyone will just get something. I told her that she should just buy gifts that she is excited to give. "But that's what stresses me out. I always want to find the perfect thing." Um, but that's not what I meant. And why should it stress you out to find a gift for someone? Maybe I am way out there, but I never have that hard of a time finding presents. I get what I want people to have. Granted, I am not going to buy a Playboy subscription for my Grandfather, even if he does want it. Nor am I going to buy him an arcade game, which I would love to get him but he doesn't need. But I certainly make an effort to get something that I want to give and that he would like to receive. I don't ask what people want, I listen and learn things about them. If I get an idea in April, I write it down for birthdays or Christmas. Maybe this makes me odd.
Anyway, back on track. That started a Christmas discussion. I started to tell her about how far along my gift buying is and this is what I get, "Uh-huh, Oh ok. Well I have to go eat lunch."

Translation: Are we not talking about me anymore? Must be time to go!

posted by Metalmeredith @ 1:54 PM