May 8, 2014 BOOH(bah)
Do you remember it? All I remember was a trippy kids show that really was worse than Teletubbies. I also remember my brother got Mimi one for her birthday or Christmas or something like that, and I was so mad at him because it was annoying as FUCK! It lit up and danced and made noises.(Ya know, the kind of toy your younger brother gets your kid to make you regret the years of torment you inflicted on him as children.)
So, of course I gave it away.
Remember, your kid loved it and would play with it every time you came over. I relished in the fact that YOU would get to enjoy it and I wouldn’t have to anymore.
(Did you pass it on to some other kid whose stressed out mom had to listen to it?)
I haven’t thought about those days in close to 10 years. Those were the days when I was a “good example” (of what?). Those were the days when I knew it all. I knew what to think, what to do, how to behave, who to love, where I belonged, what my role as a woman was, who my friends were, and how to speak to them when I wanted to – I KNEW!
Now? I don’t know it all anymore. I know a lot, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t know EVERYTHING like I used to.
Want to know something? Don’t watch this video. Seriously. Don’t watch it. Otherwise, you’ll hate me all over again just like you did that time almost ten years ago.