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Feb. 7th, 2008 11:14 pm Sometimes, I think the reason that my mother goes through such intense periods of disliking me is because she knows full well I can pretty much read her mind.
Which leads me to think, if I have a daughter, will she be just fucking like me and know every goddamn thing I'm thinking? Because if that's the case, that's creepy. I want a boy.
It's funny - I used to think my mom was so stupid for wanting only boys. And now, after helping raise Ari for so many years, all I can think is, Christ, she knew what she was talking about. Boys, man. This is where it's at. They tell you exactly what they need from, like, day 1, and they're generally horrible at hiding things from you. Not just that, it usually doesn't even OCCUR to them to hide things from you. They announce the dumb things they do! They're proud of them!
Look at Ari. No drama at school. Cares very little about being popular, since he has enough friends to keep him occupied during lunch, breaks, etc. Yes, he's a right little shithead, but at 13, being a shithead seems to be part of life. Plus, I don't feel guilty about smacking him upside the head when he pisses me off. I think that's the beauty of not being his biological mother - I can hit him.
Growing up, Ari was the nicest little kid you'd ever meet. He could amuse himself for hours and hours with a piece of wood and some nails and a hammer or by taking apart a radio. Who wouldn't want that?
Girls. Yeesh.
(Don't mind me, I'm having horrid flashbacks of the two little monstershit girls I babysat all summer.)
I'm cold and I need to finish this bloody Powerpoint thing for my dad. Blah.
Which leads me to think, if I have a daughter, will she be just fucking like me and know every goddamn thing I'm thinking? Because if that's the case, that's creepy. I want a boy.
It's funny - I used to think my mom was so stupid for wanting only boys. And now, after helping raise Ari for so many years, all I can think is, Christ, she knew what she was talking about. Boys, man. This is where it's at. They tell you exactly what they need from, like, day 1, and they're generally horrible at hiding things from you. Not just that, it usually doesn't even OCCUR to them to hide things from you. They announce the dumb things they do! They're proud of them!
Look at Ari. No drama at school. Cares very little about being popular, since he has enough friends to keep him occupied during lunch, breaks, etc. Yes, he's a right little shithead, but at 13, being a shithead seems to be part of life. Plus, I don't feel guilty about smacking him upside the head when he pisses me off. I think that's the beauty of not being his biological mother - I can hit him.
Growing up, Ari was the nicest little kid you'd ever meet. He could amuse himself for hours and hours with a piece of wood and some nails and a hammer or by taking apart a radio. Who wouldn't want that?
Girls. Yeesh.
(Don't mind me, I'm having horrid flashbacks of the two little monstershit girls I babysat all summer.)
I'm cold and I need to finish this bloody Powerpoint thing for my dad. Blah.
