Like the title says, what follows is a real conversation between my mother and me. (that’s proper english right? My brain is failing me right now..)
I got something lighthearted lined up for next week (if it goes right) so we’ll be in a diff frame of mind then.
Monday evening, I ask moms to come and watch an episode of Big Bang Theory. “Shake off Monday. You been really salty lately, like someone stole yo bike.”
“Nick! I don’t want to get engrossed. I got things to do (like be salty) and I been trying to talk to you since Friday.”
I wish I could re-enact the face I gave her. She always does this.
”Did I know you were trying to talk to me since Friday? So let’s get it, what’d you want to discuss?”
”Never mind. You’re always writing a post or something (o_v)”
“I post two days out the whole week, don’t try it. And stop trying to stall, let’s go, what did you want to talk about?”
Mom starts to relay some post notes she saw written on the back of an envelope. It was in reference to her and she wanted some clarification.
Backstory: My mom votes Republican. And I was trying to figure out the right time to tell her that her choice blows my mind.
(that’s all the back story you need)
”What did you mean by that?”
”Well, you voting Republican is like a slap in my face. I’m an immigrant. You’d rather focus on issues that have nothing to do with you (i.e. abortion) and the issue that hits closest to home is the one you couldn’t give two farts about. How do you justify that? You’re so concerned bout everyone else and the party that you claim loyalty to doesn’t want me here. Did you know that mom? It’s like a slap in my face”
”well, umm, uhh. So you were gonna WRITE ABOUT IT?! For the whole world to see!? (This is what she’s focused on)
”What “whole world? You’re my mom and you don’t even read my blog! On a great day I get 20-something comments and 1/2 are mine! Get outta here!”
”Well, umm, uhh. So what would you prefer?”
*sigh* “I would prefer that you put your energy championing a cause that actually affects you. Did you know that Obama had a DREAM Act he was trying to pass that would’ve taken care of my situation?”
”Umm, no. I never knew about that.”
”Lies, fallacies, and deceit. I told you before the last election. You brushed it off and acted like I said, “I feel like chicken tonight, like chicken tonight. Don’t try it.”
“Well, how many debates did I see? Maybe a few.”
(They were all on FoxNews.)
”Well, I just want a little clarification on why you feel that Republican is the way to vote. You know they don’t care about you, yet you support them. It’s like you purposely didn’t vote for Obama because you were so busy trying to prove ‘he’s not gonna get my vote just because he’s black.’”
My mom then starts huffing and puffing which happens when she has no answer. I told her I just needed her to stand behind her decision. Don’t vote Republican “just because” and then when you’re questioned, you can’t defend your choice.
”Well, I didn’t know he was trying to pass a law that would help immigrants.”
”Even if you didn’t hear it mentioned, why wouldn’t you research it for yourself instead of swallowing the kool-aid that Limbaugh gave you? Why wouldn’t you search for yourself so you were informed? KNOWING that this is a topic that means the most to you? Not OTHER people and what they can do with their own bodies.”
She tells me that if she had known about Obama’s Dream Act, she would’ve voted Democratic in the last election. I call shenanigans of the finest sort.
I feel like the ONE VOICE that can count on my behalf doesn’t give two damns. It’s offensive and it hurts. And the fact that she hasn’t thought of this before means I really wanna reach out and shake her one good time. The one person that was supposed to look out for me failed me on several occasions.
If I told you our relationship is straiiiiiiiiiiined, it would be an understatement. She felt the heat on this debate, so she tried to withdraw, but I kept reelin her back.
”Well, I’ll just try to be more informed and leave the babies alone.”
*sigh*.. If she thinks this is really about babies, we’ve gotta go deeper into the rabbit hole than I thought. But I couldn’t fight that battle that night.
I’m so exhausted.
People that don’t think for themselves exhaust me. I love my mom, but she makes me wanna kick something.
Peace and Love, Nick