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phineasjoneswow. i'm now totally convinced that my therapist was temporarily occupied by aliens that time we had the bad session. because today was amazing. woman explained me to myself. i'm reeling from it still. i mean, whoa. she was like, "hmm... do you think [this] is what's going on?" and i was like, "... um. omg. yes. YES!" still, no simple answers of course. but. wow.
and then, i just stopped at the little sub shop on the corner to buy some salsa and i witnessed a scene which inspired much sadness and rage. the woman behind the counter referred to the child (11ish years old, i would guess) as the customer's son. but it was actually her daughter. the woman behind the counter felt bad but the mother was like, 'i keep trying to tell her she looks like a boy. did you hear that? she thought you were my son! ugh, you look awful.' the girl said nothing. she had her hair in corn rows (she was white) and was wearing one of those things (if i were remotely hip, i would probably know what they're called) made of black lycra that tie over the hair and have flaps hanging down in the back, sweat pants, sweatshirt, sneakers. she did kinda look boyish and i was thinking, right on sister! but then her mother kept insulting her. when they were walking away i heard her mother say, 'i could punch you in the mouth right now' and a minute later, 'shut up, shut up SHUT UP!' i wanted to cry for that poor girl. i wanted to pull her away from her mom and tell her she looked beautiful just the way she is and i hope she never stops talking. and i wanted to smack that woman into next week. ::weeps::
pavlov hits me with more bad news
every time i answer the phone
so i play and i sing and i just let it ring
all day when i'm at home
a defacto choice of macro
or microcosmic melancholy
but, baby, any way you slice it
i'm thinking i could just as soon use the time alone
and then, i just stopped at the little sub shop on the corner to buy some salsa and i witnessed a scene which inspired much sadness and rage. the woman behind the counter referred to the child (11ish years old, i would guess) as the customer's son. but it was actually her daughter. the woman behind the counter felt bad but the mother was like, 'i keep trying to tell her she looks like a boy. did you hear that? she thought you were my son! ugh, you look awful.' the girl said nothing. she had her hair in corn rows (she was white) and was wearing one of those things (if i were remotely hip, i would probably know what they're called) made of black lycra that tie over the hair and have flaps hanging down in the back, sweat pants, sweatshirt, sneakers. she did kinda look boyish and i was thinking, right on sister! but then her mother kept insulting her. when they were walking away i heard her mother say, 'i could punch you in the mouth right now' and a minute later, 'shut up, shut up SHUT UP!' i wanted to cry for that poor girl. i wanted to pull her away from her mom and tell her she looked beautiful just the way she is and i hope she never stops talking. and i wanted to smack that woman into next week. ::weeps::
pavlov hits me with more bad news
every time i answer the phone
so i play and i sing and i just let it ring
all day when i'm at home
a defacto choice of macro
or microcosmic melancholy
but, baby, any way you slice it
i'm thinking i could just as soon use the time alone
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Date: 2003-04-22 11:19 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-04-23 07:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-04-22 01:24 pm (UTC)and my heart aches for the poor girl with the evil!mother. why do parents ever think things like that are ok? it makes me remember again and again how lucky i am to have the parents i have, as far from perfect as they are, they've always encouraged me to be me. :::seethes with indignation directed at the evil!mom:::
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Date: 2003-04-23 07:16 am (UTC)and i _know_. i wish there were a test administered to all prospective parents - not about intelligence or any such thing, just about supporting and loving your kids and how not to damage them emotionally. ::sigh::