April 21, 2009
Tags: Add new tag, crazy
I hate wearing a bra. I hate those shirts that are thin straps with the built in elastic with double the fabric. I hate sport bras. Anything that restricts my chest, I hate!!!!!!!!!!
That is a lot of hatred.
I think the reason I have all this hatred is because society, especially my children, expect me to where a bra. When I don’t they cringe. So I wear the bra to not freak everyone out and it squeezes my heart for way too many hours a day. It squeezes all the love out of my heart and leaves all this hatred. Any chance I get I unhook my bra to let the love back in.
I really need to go up north for a while in the winter and bundle up in all those sweaters so I can build up the love. I need to build up the love.
I think I sound crazy. Can’t blame it on a hat because I hate hats. Nobody makes me wear a hat though. So I have nothing to blame the crazy on.
February 6, 2009
Tags: crazy, suburbia
A short play by me
Mother cutting sons hair.
”You know your mothers crazy.” say’s mother
Mother using hair trimmer on son, concentrating on what she is doing.
“You talking about Granma?” son says, not moving.
“I mean your mother.” Mother repeats as she gets out the scissors to trim the rough edges.
“I know.” Son says after a timid pause,
Then mother calmly says, “I have to live a crazy life to survive my craziness. I can’t be living this normal life, it makes me crazy. Living in suburbia. Doing the same old things they do in suburbia like shop and go to the movies and eat out all the time.”
“That’s what your doing now,” son says while staring in the mirror to keep a watchful eye.
”I know, and it’s driving me crazy.
I need to live my crazy life so I feel normal,” As she calmly put the scissors down.
