Um, let's not forget that I was also running the Philomathean Society, slanging resolutions in Model UN, crushing the competition in speech and debate, and setting the social calendar, ALL WHILE playing libero and learning how to kiss.
Right, all that stuff, too. Which is why I was being considerate by not inviting you to Tito Time. You got to grow and develop into the beautiful multi-tasking, scholarly, argumentative, globally conscious, expert kisser and ball-handler you are today.
Hmm. And all that cosplaying turned you into quite the statesman. Very well. I will stay my hand.
Speaking of ball-handling, my mother seems fixated on the viability of yours in her quiet way. It's my fault. But if she asks you about that massive bag of walnuts that's in the dining room, just say you eat two fistfuls a day.
Edited (I only have crazy icons available so why not say crazy shit) Date: 2024-03-31 05:00 am (UTC)
But in this moment, she's pressed because the guy Jessie is seeing is legitimately ugly. She hasn't said anything to me about it, but she keeps bringing up digital oilfields and how they're significantly reducing methane leaks, as if there is a PPM threshold for deserving grandkids. And then on Wednesday, she asked if you always eat a lot of tofu. And now the walnuts. It's best to just nod and not engage.
[...] Okay, so if she outright asks me about having kids, I just nod and try to find a way to leave the room? We've never actually talked about this. Well, not in the context of being in a relationship. I don't remember who won the argument about whether it was Marxist or not to have kids while living in the imperial core. (I think I won, FWIW, but it could be all the walnuts I'm not eating.)
To the best of my recollection, it was the sort of argument that everyone loses. We should revisit it, though it doesn't need to be on my mother's timeline. She won't outright ask anything. It's not her way.
Sorry, was being ironic. Can’t say I’m the biggest fan of your mom’s mind games. Though they have helped me understand a lot more about you.
I don’t have a problem with eating the walnuts. The walnuts are only half of it, and the less important half at that. But then this goes too much into the bigger discussion that we’re punting down the line.
Not to be too real while we're playing a mind game(?), but while I'm in love with your mind game strategies, I'm less in love with the fact you had to get good at playing mind games in the first place. I mean, you've met my parents. They're difficult but not on purpose. I'm not used to how your family does things, not yet.
I've thought a lot about this and have decided on my position, more or less. This is probably the worst possible time to even broach the topic, though, considering we're living with your parents and pretty deep into [...] the Henry Hub project. My position is that it's ultimately up to you, anyway.
Sorry, I'm not trying to play a mind game right now. I'm being a bit smart with you for no reason. I guess being around my family again has rubbed off on me a little. How're you doing? Do you absolutely hate living here? Be honest.
Well, I agree that it wouldn't be the best time to get pregnant, but I don't see why it's a bad time to talk about it. It's a decision we should come to a consensus on together, sooner rather than later. Don't you think?
Hm. Do I hate living here? I hate some things, like how you have to dance around your mother and how everyone pretends to know but doesn't quite know what to do with the emotional rift between your parents. But I love being wherever you are. And, perversely, I love: 1) stealing information out from under everyone's noses, 2) teaming up with James at kemps when your mom insists on having Other Joshua over for dinner, and then beating him using telepathy, and 3) having sex and everyone politely pretending like it doesn't happen and we're chaste associates who happen to share a room. Also, having two giant refrigerators is really nice.
And sure. [...] Do you want to go first? I guess I could. I already have my list of thoughts.
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Date: 2024-03-30 10:25 pm (UTC)Um, let's not forget that I was also running the Philomathean Society, slanging resolutions in Model UN, crushing the competition in speech and debate, and setting the social calendar, ALL WHILE playing libero and learning how to kiss.
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Date: 2024-03-30 10:41 pm (UTC)Right, all that stuff, too. Which is why I was being considerate by not inviting you to Tito Time. You got to grow and develop into the beautiful multi-tasking, scholarly, argumentative, globally conscious, expert kisser and ball-handler you are today.
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Date: 2024-03-31 04:59 am (UTC)Speaking of ball-handling, my mother seems fixated on the viability of yours in her quiet way. It's my fault. But if she asks you about that massive bag of walnuts that's in the dining room, just say you eat two fistfuls a day.
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Date: 2024-03-31 06:48 am (UTC)But in this moment, she's pressed because the guy Jessie is seeing is legitimately ugly. She hasn't said anything to me about it, but she keeps bringing up digital oilfields and how they're significantly reducing methane leaks, as if there is a PPM threshold for deserving grandkids. And then on Wednesday, she asked if you always eat a lot of tofu. And now the walnuts. It's best to just nod and not engage.
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Date: 2024-04-01 02:35 am (UTC)Why don't I just eat the walnuts where she can see me? So she stops bothering both of us?
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Date: 2024-04-01 10:53 pm (UTC)You should only eat the walnuts if you want to eat the walnuts.
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Date: 2024-04-01 11:14 pm (UTC)I don’t have a problem with eating the walnuts. The walnuts are only half of it, and the less important half at that. But then this goes too much into the bigger discussion that we’re punting down the line.
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Date: 2024-04-02 01:09 am (UTC)We can stop punting whenever you like. You don't HAVE to kick the football, Charlie Brown.
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Date: 2024-04-02 08:24 am (UTC)I've thought a lot about this and have decided on my position, more or less. This is probably the worst possible time to even broach the topic, though, considering we're living with your parents and pretty deep into [...] the Henry Hub project. My position is that it's ultimately up to you, anyway.
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Date: 2024-05-13 03:43 am (UTC)Well, I agree that it wouldn't be the best time to get pregnant, but I don't see why it's a bad time to talk about it. It's a decision we should come to a consensus on together, sooner rather than later. Don't you think?
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Date: 2024-05-13 05:35 am (UTC)And sure. [...] Do you want to go first? I guess I could. I already have my list of thoughts.