Why is the sour cream still on the table?
Why is that wet towel still on the floor?
Why is the cat still sitting beside the bowl looking hopeful?
Why is the washing still on the line?
Why is the archeological dig that is my car, still full of her random stuff?
I know what I said, I know we made eye contact and still........ nothing........
What is going on?
Theory 1. The task is way to complex as it IS hard to line up the fridge with the sour cream container.
Theory 2. The ipod has ruined her hearing.
Theory 3. It is the general breakdown of civilisation as we know it, one teenager at a time.
Theory 4. It's my mothers fault.
Theory 5. I need to introduce fish oil tablets into her diet. Tried this once but apparently they tasted REVOLTING - like fish even!!!
Theory 6. She was reading a text or thinking about her last Facebook conversation and my voice was 'blah, blah, blah, sour cream, blah, blah"
Theory 7. Stupid song lyrics have stolen her waking thoughts and they are repeating in her head. in her head, in her head, head, head, in her head, better off dead, so listen instead.....
Theory 8 In the night, in her biohazard bedroom, life forces build civilizations inside her ears.
Theory 9. That Vivaldi music I played her as a baby, to increase the Alpha rays and her brain function actually erased all active memory cells. "Hmmm what sour cream, what fridge, who is this woman nagging me......."
Theory 10. It means NOTHING to her, seems pointless and is not worth the time it takes to register the request and there aren't really any consequences anyway so
"
.......I am going to wander off
go the have a shower,
cause I want to,
right now,
why is she looking at me like that?
Must be because I am wearing her shirt,
didn't think she would notice.
Oooohhhh, there is something shiny,
and here is a mirror
what's in this drawer?
Cool, my favourite TV show....."
Why is that wet towel still on the floor?
Why is the cat still sitting beside the bowl looking hopeful?
Why is the washing still on the line?
Why is the archeological dig that is my car, still full of her random stuff?
I know what I said, I know we made eye contact and still........ nothing........
What is going on?
Theory 1. The task is way to complex as it IS hard to line up the fridge with the sour cream container.
Theory 2. The ipod has ruined her hearing.
Theory 3. It is the general breakdown of civilisation as we know it, one teenager at a time.
Theory 4. It's my mothers fault.
Theory 5. I need to introduce fish oil tablets into her diet. Tried this once but apparently they tasted REVOLTING - like fish even!!!
Theory 6. She was reading a text or thinking about her last Facebook conversation and my voice was 'blah, blah, blah, sour cream, blah, blah"
Theory 7. Stupid song lyrics have stolen her waking thoughts and they are repeating in her head. in her head, in her head, head, head, in her head, better off dead, so listen instead.....
Theory 8 In the night, in her biohazard bedroom, life forces build civilizations inside her ears.
Theory 9. That Vivaldi music I played her as a baby, to increase the Alpha rays and her brain function actually erased all active memory cells. "Hmmm what sour cream, what fridge, who is this woman nagging me......."
Theory 10. It means NOTHING to her, seems pointless and is not worth the time it takes to register the request and there aren't really any consequences anyway so
"
.......I am going to wander off
go the have a shower,
cause I want to,
right now,
why is she looking at me like that?
Must be because I am wearing her shirt,
didn't think she would notice.
Oooohhhh, there is something shiny,
and here is a mirror
what's in this drawer?
Cool, my favourite TV show....."
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