mermaidonthemoon
mermaidonthemoon
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| Member | Apr 1, 2008 (18 years) |
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went to the supermarket today, and as I was putting the bags into my trunk (and in the midst of realizing I forgot to buy bananas), I heard a voice yelling behind me, “You left my son in the driveway.” I turned around, not quite sure what to expect, and saw a woman sitting on the ground in front of an open driver-side truck door. She had keys in her hand, sunglasses on her head, and I quickly turned around as it is rude to stare.
“You left our child alone in the driveway. Our 13-month-old child alone with no one in the driveway and you drove off,” the woman continued to rant. I assumed she was talking to some unseen figure in the car, but I couldn’t hear a reply. She continued to yell as a baby began to cry. ”What do you mean what is my problem?…Of course I’m yelling!…What, this is my fault?…Oh, because you had a baby with me, I’m so sorry.” The one-sided conversation continued at full volume and I ducked into my car with some regret, but I couldn’t find any other reason to continue to eavesdrop, and besides, I had to pee.
I feel that this little episode truly represents my life as I’ve come to know it. No, I do not have a 13-month-old child who is all too often left alone in the driveway. I simply tend to attract indirect drama. I say indirect because my life is, to be perfectly honest, quite boring. However, those around me are anything but.
Take, for example, my boyfriend’s sister, who left her husband a total of three times last year, one of which occurred while they were living in her parent’s house. Or, to be more specific, her parent’s bedroom. Don’t worry, there were two beds. As things got rocky for the third time, she would leave for the night to go on dates. Overnighters, to be more exact. The loyal husband would stay in and go to sleep early a few feet away from her dear ole mom and dad. I seemed to be the only one uncomfortable with this arrangement.
I like to think of myself as an outsider. Perhaps this is a defense mechanism. Regardless, it still leaves me a fish out of water, or have it if you will: a mermaid on the moon.
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