Me Against The Worry
Nov. 13th, 2003 11:45 amhttp://www.msnbc.com/news/989693.asp?cp1=1
Wow...That has to be the most perfect description of Miss Britney Spears ever. The "Hey, I never knew I was so sexy...Oh golly gee my bra fell off" completely stupidly self-unaware type of giggly blend of ingratiating puritanism and blatant stripper sexuality. And little girls are trying to emulate THAT? That's frightening.
But enough about that. Mom is fighting. She wants out. They want to keep her till at least Sunday. But the infection has not gotten worse and she's a little more cheerful. Dad tells me she's lost too much weight--and that's the scary part. You think I'm skinny? She's just as skinny, just...aged.
I know that when I called Adam and Watson and wrote in LJ to tell the news, I was upset and crying and scared and worried, and everyone told me to calm down and stop worrying...but honestly, it wasn't so much about me. It was about my reaction to how my father was reacting. Thank gods he kept his voice steady. See, I'm the type of empath that feeds directly off of other people's moods and reactions. I won't cry or panic unless the other person does. Been that way forever. When I hurt myself, I wouldn't even blink until my parents or a friend mentioned it and started freaking out. Like when I got chest pains in the gym at school and they called paramedics who gave me oxygen. I was lying there with the mask on my face, perfectly calm. When Dad rushed in and knelt over me with sheer panic and fear in his eyes, I burst into tears and begged him not to make me so scared. When Damar, my first boyfriend/best friend for five years died suddenly of a brain aneurysm in his Tennessee college, Mom called me in tears with the news. I went into shock, but didn't start sobbing until I called Adam to tell him. Like when I called him and Watson about Mom. Meltdown. It's really only when I try to break bad news to someone outside the circle that I get hysterical. Yes, my mother is in the hospital. It's scary. But as long as I can maintain my cool, I'm fine. So everyone can stop telling me to stop worrying, because I'm keeping it on the edge of my mind and not letting it take over. I know Mommy will be fine. Prepare for the worst but expect the best.
Wow...That has to be the most perfect description of Miss Britney Spears ever. The "Hey, I never knew I was so sexy...Oh golly gee my bra fell off" completely stupidly self-unaware type of giggly blend of ingratiating puritanism and blatant stripper sexuality. And little girls are trying to emulate THAT? That's frightening.
But enough about that. Mom is fighting. She wants out. They want to keep her till at least Sunday. But the infection has not gotten worse and she's a little more cheerful. Dad tells me she's lost too much weight--and that's the scary part. You think I'm skinny? She's just as skinny, just...aged.
I know that when I called Adam and Watson and wrote in LJ to tell the news, I was upset and crying and scared and worried, and everyone told me to calm down and stop worrying...but honestly, it wasn't so much about me. It was about my reaction to how my father was reacting. Thank gods he kept his voice steady. See, I'm the type of empath that feeds directly off of other people's moods and reactions. I won't cry or panic unless the other person does. Been that way forever. When I hurt myself, I wouldn't even blink until my parents or a friend mentioned it and started freaking out. Like when I got chest pains in the gym at school and they called paramedics who gave me oxygen. I was lying there with the mask on my face, perfectly calm. When Dad rushed in and knelt over me with sheer panic and fear in his eyes, I burst into tears and begged him not to make me so scared. When Damar, my first boyfriend/best friend for five years died suddenly of a brain aneurysm in his Tennessee college, Mom called me in tears with the news. I went into shock, but didn't start sobbing until I called Adam to tell him. Like when I called him and Watson about Mom. Meltdown. It's really only when I try to break bad news to someone outside the circle that I get hysterical. Yes, my mother is in the hospital. It's scary. But as long as I can maintain my cool, I'm fine. So everyone can stop telling me to stop worrying, because I'm keeping it on the edge of my mind and not letting it take over. I know Mommy will be fine. Prepare for the worst but expect the best.