Thursday, October 16, 2008

Truth

I was in Aunt Marie's room. Grandma was there, too. Aunt Marie was all doped up on pain medicine. I mentioned to Grandma that I have a soccer game tomorrow night.

"Stop playing on those old woman soccer teams," Aunt Marie piped in. "You're never going to meet a man. You have to do something different."

I feel like I got punched in the stomach.

4 comments:

Brian said...

I stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago and just love it - thanks for sharing everything in your heart and mind! The back reading was fun ...

I'm sure you're grandmother is really nice, but your more likely to meet a man there than say at a bar. Hang in there - you're a catch.

Anonymous said...

you're 26. try being almost 32 and still having to listen to those stupid comments.

Accidentally Me said...

I don't feel like it is innapropriate to tell a drugged-up patient to fuck off;-)

Since when is meeting a man the only goal in doing anything? How about..."I like playing, it is fun and keeps me in shape"?

A said...

I've never really gotten those stupid comments, before. I guess I always thought my family didn't really care one way or another whether I was attached or single. And then you get one aunt high and...well, the truth comes streaming out.

My only response was "Aunt Marie! It's a coed team!" My grandma sounded shocked and cooed "oh, honey," and gave me a nervous laugh. Maybe she feels the same way.

 
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