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my family is ridiculous. two examples:
1) while decorating the christmas tree today, i said, "wow, decorating the christmas tree is harder than it looks" while i took one of my many, many breaks to sit on the couch and contemplate the tree while also watching the seinfeld episodes i had put on as background noise (this is also known as "considering what to do next with the ornaments"). mom, who has to make EVERYTHING all about how nothing is as good as it once was or could be, said, "oh, well, i guess the luster is gone now that you aren't little anymore and you don't exclaim over how cute the ornaments are." for mom, the time from when i was born until i was around 12 is like untouchable heaven time. (fact that we were broke, not the point.) any comment made now, in the present, must reflect something that is now lost forever to the horror of adulthood. i would like to point out that i always thought decorating the tree was hard, and i always took little "breaks" and did things like hang the stockings because they were productive but not nearly as challenging, really, as finding the perfect little spot to hang a christmas icicle. the only reason she never noticed then is because there were always four of us decorating, and now it's only me and her.
2) every single night, while we are eating dinner, dad looks to his left at the kitchen and makes a comment about the black cat. tonight he said "look at the black cat, the fat cat. she walked around the couch a couple of times and now she needs some more food to refuel." two nights ago he said, "look at the black cat, it's eating again. she just doesn't know what to do with herself." this is honestly a nightly event.
these are the little things that don't sound that funny or ridiculous when you hear about them once... but they really do happen all the time.
1) while decorating the christmas tree today, i said, "wow, decorating the christmas tree is harder than it looks" while i took one of my many, many breaks to sit on the couch and contemplate the tree while also watching the seinfeld episodes i had put on as background noise (this is also known as "considering what to do next with the ornaments"). mom, who has to make EVERYTHING all about how nothing is as good as it once was or could be, said, "oh, well, i guess the luster is gone now that you aren't little anymore and you don't exclaim over how cute the ornaments are." for mom, the time from when i was born until i was around 12 is like untouchable heaven time. (fact that we were broke, not the point.) any comment made now, in the present, must reflect something that is now lost forever to the horror of adulthood. i would like to point out that i always thought decorating the tree was hard, and i always took little "breaks" and did things like hang the stockings because they were productive but not nearly as challenging, really, as finding the perfect little spot to hang a christmas icicle. the only reason she never noticed then is because there were always four of us decorating, and now it's only me and her.
2) every single night, while we are eating dinner, dad looks to his left at the kitchen and makes a comment about the black cat. tonight he said "look at the black cat, the fat cat. she walked around the couch a couple of times and now she needs some more food to refuel." two nights ago he said, "look at the black cat, it's eating again. she just doesn't know what to do with herself." this is honestly a nightly event.
these are the little things that don't sound that funny or ridiculous when you hear about them once... but they really do happen all the time.