"There are no perfect parents. Even Jesus had a distant father and a domineering mother. I'd have trust issues, if my father allowed me to be crucified." -Bob SmithShe called me into the laundry room today and told me to "sell her on Remington." What? I couldn't do it. I can't put that sort of thing into words, plus I'm biased, plus I don't just think on command like that. Ugh. As you can imagine from yesterday, she isn't the most thrilled with some aspects of things. I made silly impotent babbling noises. I got better at it as the day went on, but she was getting all annoyed with me, and certainly doesn't get why I'm willing to go along with this threesome thing. I can't even figure out all of why I'm okay with this myself, how can I explain it to someone who thinks all relationship aspects should remain the way they were in the 50's? I can't explain it to people that are mentally situated in the 90's. I told her that awhile back I'd printed out some stuff off the Web about this, and that I'd give it to her to read so she could understand this somewhat better. Since apparently none of us can explain it.
In general she was in an edgy mood. Threw a fit when I didn't fold the towels perfectly straight, and went on for like an hour on the deadly importance of the niceness of straight towels. I don't get this perfectionism thing, I mean, it's gotta drive a person nuts...I just can't care about how the towels are arranged, lady. It's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay low on my priority-meter. Remington's like that too in some respects (not on cleaning though), and I told her that. I also told her that he gets on me to get my homework done, and she said "I think I might like him after all." She's not happy he's a democrat, though. Oh well, that's mutual, at least.
Mom and I kept arguing about things, the threesome thing, why I like him, how I'm in the "rebelling" phase and they don't like it- well, geez, it's frigging mandatory to rebel, and they've had it easy with me. I'm not doing drugs, I'm not bringing a gun to school, I'm just having screwy relationships. And I went on about how I'm tired of having to "check in" twice a week- she said that was because "well, I can never call you anymore, because you're never home, and your father always wonders where you are, and I never know what to tell him..." Ah, parental guilt to make me stay home just to make him happy. I said that I'm tired of having to seek their approval/permission at my age to do anything, and I'm trying to be independent the best I can, and stuff like that. Actually, it went well, for us, anyway, but are things going to change from this parental permission thing, as I still have to ask before I leave.."what if we wanted to do something with you when you're home?"
I finally got up the nerve to mention the Santa Cruz idea that night...didn't go well. She thinks this is just asking for trouble. Plus the unfortunately true "how would we explain this (spending the night) to your father?" So that was a no. Did get her to agree to going out for the day, at least we can lie that much.
Sunday, 11ish update: Sarah apparently had a quite soapish weekend...she and Blaise got together, and after that she discovered that unbeknownst to the rest of us, Chris had liked her also, and now he's all mad and doesn't want to talk to her. Ah, awkward situations...
Oh, and apparently Remington is still in Santa Cruz (sigh)...Zoe came on IRC and mentioned he was there. He apparently thinks he's going to drive back to Davis in the rain. Suuure, like he's not going to conk out somewhere along the way. But I kinda feel like going "waaaah" anyway, 'cause I wanted to see him. Oh well, I did relinquish custody for the weekend. I just said that Mom thought this was "asking for trouble" so I couldn't spend the night. Didn't mention anything else not so nice.
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