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Dec. 2nd, 2000 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxSo, I got almost all ready to go to MadrigHELL Feaste, and my mom turned around and said "You don't really want to go to this, do you."
I said,"Well... no. But I wasn't going to say anything. I'm going because you want to go and you need someone to go with you. I didn't realise when you were ordering the tickets what the implications of me going to this thing actually are, they hit me later."
She replied, "You know, we don't have to go..."
"But the tickets were kind of expensive. And you want to go. I don't want to deprive you or anything."
"I don't need to go."
As it turned out, post-widowhood social phobia won out. She didn't want to run the risk of seeing people she knew, she doesn't feel she's ready to see former co-workers, etc yet, doesn't want to feel forced back into school if she's not ready to be, and so on.
We skipped out and went to dinner and a movie, Unbreakable. I will post about that tomorrow. All in all it was pretty pleasant. I finally revealed my plan to get tarot certification and she actually thought it was a good idea and a plan she would support. This was pretty miraculous as she used to be a major fundie and I wasn't allowed to have cards until I was in my late teens, and she has vacillated on the issue. She knows that I don't believe in any particular occult basis for tarot - it's intuition and storytelling based on symbols, certainly working in the unconscious a little but not guided by little demon hands or anything - so she's cool with it. Yay! Aside from being peeved about the whole thing with her waking me up too early, this has been a not so stressful evening with mom.
& I dressed nicely (red croc-print twill bootcut pants from Express, black "Jack & Sally" NMBC tshirt with red glitter figures, little sparkly clip in my red red hair, and my flame oxford shoes, with red lipstick, and my rhinestone-frame retro glasses), and I liked the labret in the mirror, so that was good. I still need to get different jewelry. It's getting to the "crusty" stage so I should be able to change to something prettier in another week.
I am a tired kitten. More tomorrow.
I said,"Well... no. But I wasn't going to say anything. I'm going because you want to go and you need someone to go with you. I didn't realise when you were ordering the tickets what the implications of me going to this thing actually are, they hit me later."
She replied, "You know, we don't have to go..."
"But the tickets were kind of expensive. And you want to go. I don't want to deprive you or anything."
"I don't need to go."
As it turned out, post-widowhood social phobia won out. She didn't want to run the risk of seeing people she knew, she doesn't feel she's ready to see former co-workers, etc yet, doesn't want to feel forced back into school if she's not ready to be, and so on.
We skipped out and went to dinner and a movie, Unbreakable. I will post about that tomorrow. All in all it was pretty pleasant. I finally revealed my plan to get tarot certification and she actually thought it was a good idea and a plan she would support. This was pretty miraculous as she used to be a major fundie and I wasn't allowed to have cards until I was in my late teens, and she has vacillated on the issue. She knows that I don't believe in any particular occult basis for tarot - it's intuition and storytelling based on symbols, certainly working in the unconscious a little but not guided by little demon hands or anything - so she's cool with it. Yay! Aside from being peeved about the whole thing with her waking me up too early, this has been a not so stressful evening with mom.
& I dressed nicely (red croc-print twill bootcut pants from Express, black "Jack & Sally" NMBC tshirt with red glitter figures, little sparkly clip in my red red hair, and my flame oxford shoes, with red lipstick, and my rhinestone-frame retro glasses), and I liked the labret in the mirror, so that was good. I still need to get different jewelry. It's getting to the "crusty" stage so I should be able to change to something prettier in another week.
I am a tired kitten. More tomorrow.
