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reflections on that thing i'm living called life!

Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2003/8:50 pm

the good child

A co-worker, an older matronly woman, has managed to make me into something that I’m not! Generally, I don’t care what other people think of me because frankly, I’m not a good person, I’m too lazy to change and not caring is way easier.

Somewhere in her twisted reality, this woman’s convinced herself that I’m this responsible, caring, respectful, compassionate, deeply thoughtful (and all other gooey nice stuff) young person and not anything like her (again in her twisted reality) good for nothing won’t-go –to-school/won’t-go-find-a-job children at home. I kind like that she thinks so highly of me so I’ve been leading her on a bit albeit deceptively. Now she’s got me on this pedestal like I deserve some humanitarian award and I’m barely scraping by to keep up with the sham.

It all started when I told her I was on the phone with my mom one day when she came into my office. She seemed interested about my relationship with my mom so I told her what she wanted to hear; like we had the greatest bond on the planet and I’m the world’s best daughter so much so that I randomly pick up the phone to call her in Africa all the time. One other day I went to the bank to wire money to my mom and she was there, this seemed to impress her a lot so I made her think that it was something I did all the time though technically it was my mom’s own money.

So that set the stage for the big fraud that’s me! When I walk in with shopping bags after lunch it’s either stuff I got for my mom or the starving African children in my ‘village’. I give her ridiculously low prices for the things I buy just so she thinks I’m frugal. I bought this plant and told her it was about half the price of what I paid, she came back the next morning and said she couldn’t find some at my price so I went out and got her one from my ‘special low price store’.

This morning she joking tells me that her daughter says if I’m that perfect then maybe she should look into adopting me! It reminded me of times my mom compared to me other friend’s children. Why can’t parents love their children just the way they are? There aren’t any good children out there just those that pretend to be… I should know!

~[m-w’s word of the day]~




PLAYING: Bad day - REM

READING: The Nanny – Melissa Nathan

WATCHING: Gilmore girls

QUOTE: “Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord”