Rare Moment

My mom called me today about seven thirty, telling me she was staying late at work. She came home at about eleven thirty. After I screwed around a bit on my laptop, I decided to go down and talk to her, you know, just mother daughter banter or what not. It was funny, what was to be a 'how was your day' type of conversation, turned out to be a discussion on a wide range of topics.

Ok, so we did start out talking about our day. I told her how my back was killing me because I so unfortunately started my 'issue time' while I was at work. Which by the way, really sucked, but I figured it was going to happen one day or another, and sadly I was right. So I actually kind of laughed about it. Anyways, so I was telling my mom how bored I had been in the gift shop, and showed her a rough draft of a picture for a short story I am writing for a scholarship. I was telling her about that, told her that I wrote a little with another story I'm writing and told her that I was looking at the monthly profit/loss sheet my boss keeps in the shop.

I was miffed because my friend had two days where she had 'perfect' stickers, and one where it said 'good work' or somewhere along those lines. I was miffed because she was over a dollar and three cents, where I have only been over by a pennie or a nickel, and I don't get a 'good work' or what not. It's like she doesn't recognize that I work hard too. Oh, and the other day she told me, 'there was a Canadian penny in the closing bag so I took it out and put it down as you were short a penny.' That to me is not fair, because one, out of fourty five something pennies, who's going to notice one that is Canadian? Two, just keep it in theopening bag, it will probably be used the next day. Plus, how hard is it, or costly is it to put in one penny of your own?

So after that we got into her day. She was talking about how her boss had scheduled only one person from seven thirty until eleven. Well, she didn't have to work the next day so she agreed to stay. She works at a hospital, by the way, she is an emergency room worker. Anyways, so she was telling me about the bull crap her own boss puts her through. You see, every so often (I don't know how often) they get performance reports (meaning all the employees) and my mom has always gotten a score that indicates she exceeds the performance or what not. Anyways, two point five is the lowest passing or something like that, and her boss gave her a two point zero. So that was insulting to her.

Somehow that conversation erupted into a conversation about how societies are today. How people don't accept others and there's always hate between people. We asked ourselves why people couldn't just love all races, genders, creed, color what not and all that jazz. Why can't people just defy stereotypes? After I told her about a song that explained this situation (where is the love by the Black eyed peas), she asked me if my sister (my best friend really, but she acts like she really were my sister) and me if we had been talking about a reason why for these things in the bible. It wasn't that exactly, we had started talking about why woman have to suffer through periods, and that Meru (my sister's nickname) had said that in the bible, the real story of Adam and Eve, that because of her mistake, women today had to suffer through that.

From there we started talking about poverty levels and how the oil people are basically controlling everything. If you think about it, even though monopolies are none existant (or at least supposedly so) they really still exist within the oil companies. They raise their prices, then everyone else has to raise their own prices, and in the end, the only ones who really profit are the oil companies. None of that is fair, there are people who can't afford food or to pay rent or what not, now they have to add the fact that they can't even pay to fill their car with gas to get to work? How insanely greedy can these people really get? They have more money than they know what to do with, yet they crave more money, more power. Someone needs to kick them off their high horses and keep them off.

After that I started telling my mom about how paranoid I was being today. The fact that it felt like something lifted my MP3 from my pocket when the wind had just wrapped the cord around the button of my pocket, and how it felt like someone pushed me when no one was around, or at least close enough to do something like that. I told her how a moth was flying around, and when it landed on my screen, freaked the shit out of me. Then how when you see something that creeps you out, or maybe in not so much creeps you out, but you wouldn't want crawling on you, every little caress on your skin feels like that thing is crawling on you.

We talked about so much, and it was all so random. It was actually really nice. Most of the time I try to tune her out because it seems lately all she wants to do is lecture me. It annoys me so I ignore her, you know the standard nod and smile and 'yes, ok, got it.' This time was different, we actually shared our opinions and our thoughts. It really was nice.

Oh yeah, and I told her about this random scene I saw in my head while I spaced out. It was two people, they weren't talking, but I was describing the scene, telling everything that was going on, depicting their emotions and their actions. I don't remember what I was depicting, but it sounded like some kind of screen play or something like that. It was pretty cool. I forgot to mention, the first thing I told her about, well the first two things I told her about was that my dad called me about the graduation party invites and that when I got home (and I got over my headache) I was insanely hyper. Then we got into how periods make it so much harder to get rid of headaches.

To say the least, it was an interesting night. Day too, my mom came into the gift shop and asked if I turned the AC off (because it gets EXTREMELY hot in my room, especially with the weather as it is lately) I told her I had and she went home to turn it on. Thank God she did, it was scortching outside, and that is not an exaggeration. Well, I don't know if I have anything else to say, well, it really was a rare moment, because me and my mom don't talk as much as we used to. As I said, it was really nice, a nice change of pace I guess you could say. Something different then the norm of lectures lately. I'm pretty sure most anyone could relate with me on that.