7:02pm i was excited - we're all really close, and i miss them a lot. then i remembered i still hadn't gotten around to telling my mom about my tongue ring. i was kind of hoping she wouldn't be mad... but i had a feeling she would be. she HATES piercings... i don't know what she associates them with, but i think it's drugs and drinking and general badness. i know that i am theoretically beyond the point where my parents' approval (or, in this case, lack thereof) should be important to me. but they are amazing people, and i really value their opinions. so they came to pick me up... i got into the car, and my mom kisses me, and says, "lisa, i can't believe you still have that blob on your face" (referring to the labret stud, which she hates) before i could lose my nerve, i blurted out, "mom-don't-get-mad-but-i-also-pierced-my-tongue" she just looked at me and said, "you know what - i don't want to be here anymore. get out of the car - i'm going home" my mom is 5'2" to my 5'8". she is soft spoken where i am loud. but she is STRONG. i tried to point out that they'd driven two hours to get to waterloo, i hadn't seen them in a month, i wasn't trying to rebel against society, etc, etc, etc.... it didn't matter. we all have kind of short tempers. and we're stubborn. it was tense. i couldn't believe she would just kick me out of the car and drive home, but she seemed totally determined to do it. and i was just as determined to stay and work it out - i miss them! i wanted to hang out for a bit. we were at a stalemate. she wouldn't look at me, wouldn't listen. i couldn't believe we were going to have a huge battle over a TONGUE RING... it was as though i was fifteen all over again. so in a move prompted by too many action movies, i reached over and grabbed the car keys from the ignition. i held them up with a flourish, announced that i would get out of the car and wait in my apartment, but they weren't going anywhere until we talked this out. then i got out of the car, slammed the door, and stomped up the driveway to my house with the keys held hostage in my pocket, feeling pretty pleased about my brilliant move... ...until i got to my door and realized i'd forgotten my house keys on the seat of the car. DAMMIT. so much for my dramatic exit. so they had my keys, i had theirs... all over something stupid,yet fundamental. i need them to understand that i'm going to grow up, and i will not always do things they approve of, but i will always love them and i'll always do my best to live by the rules they taught me. anyway, we get in fights quickly, but then they blow over equally quickly. i think my sister convinced my mom to stay for dinner... by the time she left, we were friends again. she will never like my piercings, but i think she will at least tolerate them. now i have to tell my dad... _____________________________________________________________________ listening to - radiohead: how to disappear completely. - there's this string thing happening in the background, and it awakes a very strong yearning for SOMETHING in my chest. it's a physical need to feel. it amazes me that a few well-placed notes can evoke so much emotion. In a little while/ I'll be gone/ The moment's already passed/ Yeah it's gone/ And I'm not here/ This isn't happening/ I'm not here |
