Every day I
receive at least two calls from my mother. The conversations are nothing
special in the beginning. Than the spy movie begins. After the third minute
form her son I am turned into telephone hostage. At that point there is no
escape. From casual questions about the weather she somehow turns the subject
to “what are you going to do with your life”, “every time the decisions you
take are completely irresponsible”, “ today you sound more sick than yesterday,
I told you” ,” on the TV they are saying next days will be very dangerous,
don’t go out“.
Don’t get
me wrong but I believe this is illegal. And since she is my parent, I am forced
to be kind. But sometimes it is mission impossible. The more I listen, the more
inadequate questions I receive. And the last thing to do is to end the
conversation withLowAndsteady voice MOTHER EVERYBODY’S FINE, BUT TONIGHT WE ARE
GONNA DIE. After this there isn’t
nothing better than a quick fix.
The true
problem is when there in nobody to drink with. The worst thing is to drink
alone. That’s why most of my friends drink. But when we talk about all friends
at a time, the picture becomes terrible. The closer with them, the more obvious
is how abnormal they are. Sometimes is fun with friends like this, at least in
the beginning. Like many flies landed on the same shit.
