Entry #2: Where I'm mad and surprised and confused and gah
Alrighty, so this did not fit in with my first entry so it gets a seperate one all to itself.
I had dinner with my mom and my sisters. Then I ran up to get my camp pictures so I could show them to them. There's a picture of Scoop, and this is what happens:
Mom: Wait... is that a man?
Me: No, that's Scoop... she was one of the art counselors, and she's awesome.
Mom: Woah... she really looks like a man...
Me (laughing): Yeah, I know. When I first saw her I thought she was a man, but she's a woman... and she's actually a pretty good looking woman, too. She just happens to look like a man sometimes...
Mom: Is she a lesbian?
Me: Uhm... yeah?
Mom: Were there a lot of lesbians working at that camp?
Me: Er... actually, yeah. At least more than I've ever worked with before.
Mom: Wow, that's kind of creepy.
Me: Oh. Why?
Mom: Yeah, it makes me wonder why they all work at a summer camp That kind of a summer camp.
Me:...
Mom: I wonder if they're there because of all the little girls.
And at that point I just turned around and walked right up to my room. Can. Not. Believe my own mother just said that.
And I thought I had been raised by open-minded, accepting and easy-going parents... more so that most other Icelandic parents, and Icelanders are pretty open-minded and accepting and easy-going in general. Huh.
Edited to say: This conversation may not have happened the exact way I wrote it down. Hey, am a writer and I like to change things around a little bit, just for fun. But what my mother meant was clearly that, although she may have said it a little differently.
I have come to the conclusion that my mother: a) has been abducted by aliens and replaced with an alien-woman of some kind, b) is worrying about my sexuality, as I have not had a real boyfriend ever and do not ever (when she is around) express any interest in males at all. Not that I express any interest in females when she's around either, but whatever. And anyway, I do believe my own sexuality is for me to worry about, and I choose not to do so. Much, anyway. Or, c) she just accidentally said something that she didn't really mean, and it sounded cruel and stupid and not like my mother.
Hmmm.
In other news, I had a dream the other night, when I stayed at the hostel in London. In the dream, I had a boyfriend who would not have sex with me, ever, and this greatly dissapointed me. And also, I just really felt like having sex, all the time, in my dream.
I had dinner with my mom and my sisters. Then I ran up to get my camp pictures so I could show them to them. There's a picture of Scoop, and this is what happens:
Mom: Wait... is that a man?
Me: No, that's Scoop... she was one of the art counselors, and she's awesome.
Mom: Woah... she really looks like a man...
Me (laughing): Yeah, I know. When I first saw her I thought she was a man, but she's a woman... and she's actually a pretty good looking woman, too. She just happens to look like a man sometimes...
Mom: Is she a lesbian?
Me: Uhm... yeah?
Mom: Were there a lot of lesbians working at that camp?
Me: Er... actually, yeah. At least more than I've ever worked with before.
Mom: Wow, that's kind of creepy.
Me: Oh. Why?
Mom: Yeah, it makes me wonder why they all work at a summer camp That kind of a summer camp.
Me:...
Mom: I wonder if they're there because of all the little girls.
And at that point I just turned around and walked right up to my room. Can. Not. Believe my own mother just said that.
And I thought I had been raised by open-minded, accepting and easy-going parents... more so that most other Icelandic parents, and Icelanders are pretty open-minded and accepting and easy-going in general. Huh.
Edited to say: This conversation may not have happened the exact way I wrote it down. Hey, am a writer and I like to change things around a little bit, just for fun. But what my mother meant was clearly that, although she may have said it a little differently.
I have come to the conclusion that my mother: a) has been abducted by aliens and replaced with an alien-woman of some kind, b) is worrying about my sexuality, as I have not had a real boyfriend ever and do not ever (when she is around) express any interest in males at all. Not that I express any interest in females when she's around either, but whatever. And anyway, I do believe my own sexuality is for me to worry about, and I choose not to do so. Much, anyway. Or, c) she just accidentally said something that she didn't really mean, and it sounded cruel and stupid and not like my mother.
Hmmm.
In other news, I had a dream the other night, when I stayed at the hostel in London. In the dream, I had a boyfriend who would not have sex with me, ever, and this greatly dissapointed me. And also, I just really felt like having sex, all the time, in my dream.