My teacher asks me why I feel like life should have deadlines attached to it. It’s because my mom says things like what she said today.
The Lord of Lassitude’s current primary girlfriend is about six months pregnant with her third child, so she and my mom were trading birth stories. My mom was telling LoL’s gf about what happened when I was born (I was born early and was underweight and very sick for months), and how the doctors told my mom about all the things that would be wrong with me because I was so sick. LoL’s gf is tearing up while she’s listening; it’s a pretty dire story.
At the end of her recitation, my mom says, “But the doctors were wrong–she’s perfectly fine now. She doesn’t have any common sense, and the only thing she’s slow in is life!” And then she laughs.
Mind you–I’m sitting right there listening to this. That last sentence was unnecessary, and rude too.
Yes, I’ve heard the above my entire life, but I’ve never understood what’s meant by “common sense.” I won’t die or be unable to do what needs to be done if I’m left outside the house and family for a time. I know how to do basic things. I can feed myself, budget, shop effectively. I can dress myself, manage to get myself where I need to go with a minimum of fuss. I can talk to people. I know how to work; I’ve held jobs before. I know how to manage my time and my energy.
So what am I missing? What’s common sense? You have to have common sense to do all that, right?
As for being slow in life–okay, so I’m not married or popping out kids like my siblings. Shouldn’t she be glad of that? It’s like she’s just disgusted with me.
She doesn’t say that the Lord of Lassitude is slow in life; he lives here, just like me. The Lord of Lassitude has done some downright stupid–and rather costly–things, and yet she never says he has no common sense.
Could somebody explain it to me?