Monday, April 25, 2011

Mother Knows Best


She had to wonder why he took it on the chin; never stood up to the constant stream of bullshit being streamed into his brain from the transmitter in the corner. She couldn’t help but see behind the transmissions, to question their purpose; to try and glean what was so carefully not being said.

He called her paranoid.
She called him stupid.

Night after night they observed from diametrically opposite corners of the room; night after night they came away with two different understandings of what was going on.

He called his mother.
She called it quits.

Tales for the attention-span deficit reader

6 comments:

Baino said...

Interesting how men resort to their mother's in times of stress.

Garth said...

Baino: primal response - the cord is never completely severed ;]

Harlequin said...

succinct and on point... deadly how you do this, again and again.
i am not going to follow up with any freudian references.... i am not.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

IK'm not ashamed to admit that you sometimes write so far over my head that I cannot fully grasp what you are saying.

Even though that is true, you write in such a manner that I want to understand what you are saying.

Thank you for writing the way that you do.

I really enjoy the feeling of my head exploding with knowledge I can almost grasp!

Garth said...

Dizzyfit: I don't understand them myself sometimes

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

whew...
Smiles with relief...

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