FREAKINESS!

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So today I learned that my mother slept with a man who slept with Reynolds Price.  There are some things no child should be told...  

THE GAYNESS, IT INVADES MY LIFE!  

This, combined with the fact that she insulted Ken Kesey and narrowly avoided getting raped at gunpoint by a madman in the slums of North Carolina when he broke into her house, by screaming "I don't have time for this!" and storming out the front door (figuring he'd be too surprised to pull the trigger.  He wasn't, but the gun was loaded with blanks and the dude was *actually* mad), makes me feel...kinda boringly inadequate.  

Great.  My mom's cooler than I am.  

Comments

Your mother's *as* cool as you, perhaps.

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She can't be cooler than you because that is technically impossible. If anything were ever cooler than you the sun would implode or something.

That said... that near-rape experience reminds me of my own near-rape experience. Only there were no weapons involved, and it happened in an underpass, not at home. But my reaction was kind of similar, 'cause my main thought was "I don't *want* this crap in my life!" What I shouted was a loud and emphatic "Shit!!!", though. Anyway, it drove him off. (I think he was nuts, too. Looked that way, anyway.)

Re: Your mother's *as* cool as you, perhaps.

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Dude, that's so awesome. You have my unending respect for that. Well done. We should, like, start a campaign about the power of emphatically yelling "Shit!"

Oh, and also:

[hmpf.livejournal.com]

*how* did she insult Ken Kesey? I want to know!

Re: Oh, and also:

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Well, she was at Duke University and she was in this creative writing programme and sometimes wrote stuff for the school magazine. It was kinda fun to her but she didn't really want to go on to become a writer - just something she was doing for extra credit, kinda thing. Anyway, Ken Kesey was coming to do some talk and there was going to be a dinner afterwards where you could chat to him more personally - kinda like those fandom breakfasts you can by tickets to at conventions, I think.

They didn't have enough people (apparently Ken Kesey wasn't *that* big of a draw) so someone asked my ma if she'd come along to boost the numbers. So she said, sure, okay, and ended up sitting next to Ken Kesey. Who was pissed cos the whole thing was pretty poorly handled.

He basically ended up saying something along the lines of, "What is this person doing here who's never even read my book?"

To which my ma spat, "Yeah, well you haven't read my story either and it was *shorter*!" and stormed off.

...she seems to have a pattern of yelling things at strange men and then storming off...