The narratives we create to keep us from getting bored
Last night, I was speaking to someone and realized I had confused what she said in her email and thought she meant she was pregnant. From that misunderstanding, I created an entire backstory about when she got pregnant and why. So when she said, no I was calling you baby, not saying I am with baby, I just had to laugh.
Today at lunch at Houston’s on Vets with mom, she said she had something she wanted to say and had been holding it in for almost nine months. She said a friend of mine was involved in a three-way liaison with her husband and a guy in California. The reason she knew this was on New Year’s Eve she had crept back to the guest room to go to bed and they had crept in – all three conspiratorially. I told my mom they were more than likely partaking in a little New Year’s cheer, because the man in question is gay – beyond the shadow of a doubt.
The peach doesn’t fall far from the tree. The drama. The stories. The conspiracies. The truth. It’s all six of one, half a dozen of the other.