Nov 142011

What really frightens me? What leads me to think the world is a cold, dark, lonely place? What makes me question the existence of goodness and kindness and honesty? What makes me believe that I will die alone, unsuccessful, ugly, and hated….?

My mother.

She’s here. She called this afternoon from the nearest airport to tell me that–surprise!–she’s here.

My mother is here. She’s in my house. Oh. Fuck.

Posts may be sporadic for a few days, and if I do post something, it’s likely I’ll be drunk. The only thing my mother has ever inspired in anyone is heavy drinking.

  4 Responses to “fear”

  1. Stay strong! We'll be here when you get back.

  2. Hmmm can you put her to work on the laundry and cleaning?

    Maybe it won't be so bad! Take a good photo and a little video of the 2 of you and smile.

  3. I didn't realize we had the same mother. Does she also tell you she can't imagine why you've had a problem with low self-esteem?

  4. @Lily: "Stay strong! We'll be here when you get back."

    Thanks! If you don't hear from me for a few days, I've gone into hiding.

    @DC: "Maybe it won't be so bad!"

    You have no idea.

    @DDD: "I didn't realize we had the same mother."


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