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Webpage of the day: Ineffective Daily Affirmations "As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I can get in touch with my Inner Sociopath."

DAMN IT!!!!!

I'm starting to get in touch with my inner sociopath all right and all it took was a phone call from my mother. If the Force were real, I think that I'd turn to the Dark Side, just so I'd never have to hear about another antique sale or swanky swig again.

(Swanky swig: a little glass jar that pimento cheese once came in forty or fifty years ago. Please. Help me.)

She went to another sale. whoo. hoo.

She's trying to drag me into retirement with her. Oh, this is not going to be pretty.

I'm going to have to do something...else. I'll be the first to admit that I did not handle the situation very well. I handled it differently, but not well. I didn't speak up and ask, "Why did you call?" I ended up just sitting there, mechanically saying, "O.k." whenever there was a pause. I felt absolutely powerless to do anything to change the situation. In the past, whenever I have tried to change it, a big fight ensued.

Then the dreaded question came up: "Is anything wrong or are you just in a bad mood?"

I hate that question. I really do. I realize that I have been asked that question since I was a child and there is no right way to answer it. I feel that I can't be truthful. I can't say, "Yes, there is something wrong. You have said the same things to me over and over again every time you've called and you haven't even noticed when I've tuned out. I would like to have a conversation that's deeper than a contact lens, please."

Oh hell ~ what the f*&# am I saying? Of course I could say that.

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