Yesterday, I had a
bone density scan because I used to have
osteoporosis and my
osteologist wants to see if I still have it. I never much cared about my
bone health, but I figure it's good to
maintain it as much as I possibly can without expending too much effort because it seems like
one of those things you don't appreciate until it's gone, so I take
calcium supplements and
Fosamax to reverse my osteoporosis, which itself was caused by
steroids I took to combat
a preexisting condition I had and still have called
ulcerative colitis.
Anyhow, after
my mom took me to the bone density scan, we went to
Green. It was good. It seemed like they put a little more "cheese" on the
pizza than usual.
After Green, my mom dropped me off at
my dorm. There was an
ASU LGBTQ Spring Welcome at 6, and I was planning on going.
I decided I'd take a nap first. Usually I sleep in my
underwear, but I was kind of exhausted so I just left all my clothes on and pulled the covers around myself and went to sleep.
I woke up to my alarm at 5:45, but I was really tired.
When I'm as tired as I was, I forget how much I want to do whatever it is I want to do and instead can think only of sleep. So I decided to just screw the whole Spring Welcome thing and
1n10 as well and get more sleep.
At 8, I got a phone call from my mom. She asked if I had gone, and
I muttered something incoherent. At that point, she figured out based on my response that I had been sleeping and had not gone. She told me to go, and I told her that
her idea was ridiculous as the function ended at 8.
She said it didn't end at 8 which is patently ridiculous because
it did,
in fact, end at 8 and
neither of us had any reason to believe otherwise.
I told her I didn't care whether or not it ended at 8, even though I knew it did. I didn't want to go even if it ended at midnight because I was still too damned tired and
I wanted sleep.
She started getting hysterical, so
I hung up on her. She texted me about 100 times in a row, "
I beg you!". Not even kidding.
I called her back and said,
"Mom, what's wrong with this picture? You're freaking out about me missing an event."
She told me that she was convinced I would meet
my future husband at that event. She used those two words, I kid you not, "future husband". She was all crying and sobbing and weeping.
I told her she was being ridiculous but I loved her anyways, to go take some
horse tranquilizers or something like that because
I knew I still had plenty of opportunities to meet nice men ahead of me, I'd talk to her later, goodnight.
She texted me "I beg you!" about 100 more times.
That is my mom for you.
And that is one small part of
the meaning of life. Life derives meaning from itself. The meaning of life is the sum of our experiences, nothing more, nothing less.